The mention of God, makes me strange,
The battle of words, and the wars we wage,
And the castles of time, we build up straight,
Just to run out of room, and we build sideways

Sometimes I feel, my blood runs cold
And the conscious stain, won't wash away,
Tell me what are we waiting for and the acid rain,
Right through my veins, tell me what are we waiting for

And I'm catching a bird, and it makes me feel,
Like I'm talking to her, through the atmosphere,
And I know that I'm right, but can't let go,
The beauty in flight, and the world we know

Sometimes I feel, my blood runs cold

And the conscious stain, won't wash away,
Tell me what are we waiting for
And the acid rain, right through my veins,
Tell me what are we waiting for

We're so far gone,
But we can't let go
We're so far gone,
That my blood runs cold

The conscious stain,
Won't wash away,
Tell me what are we waiting for

The acid rain,
Right through my veins,
Tell me what are we waiting for
The hurricanes and tidal waves,
Tell me what are we waiting for
The conscious stain,
Won't wash away,
Tell me what are we waiting for