Waiting
And the days they speak to me
With all their history
The little ways and passing phases
Oh so consistently
As the gazes reach for me
With that intensity
Through this maze of misled praise
The words get into me
Staring at faces of our times
To reconcile
There's always patience waiting
For a place in our minds
And in that autumn you'll find
Every orphan will loose their need to pine
Reassure them
The world before them
Staring at faces
Change
'Cause words alone
Will soon dissolve
And leave us with a face
We can't console
In the zone
Conscious of tones
We can't resolve
And the days they speak to me
With all their history
The little ways and passing phases
Oh so consistently
As the gazes reach for me
With that intensity
Through this maze of misled praise
The words get into me
Staring at faces of our times
To reconcile
There's always patience waiting
For a place in our minds
And in that autumn you'll find
Every orphan will loose their need to pine
Reassure them
The world before them
Staring at faces
Change
'Cause words alone
Will soon dissolve
And leave us with a face
We can't console
In the zone
Conscious of tones
We can't resolve
song info:
Verified yes
SpråkEngelska
Genre−
Rang−
Varaktighet00:03:48
Topplistor
Upphovsrätt ©Universal Music Publishing Group
FörfattareAnita D. Doth, Filip De Wilde, Jean-Paul Henriette De Coster, Raymond Slijngaard
Texter licensierade avLyricFind
TillagtDecember 10th, 2004
Senast uppdateradMarch 5th, 2022
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