I wait for something real
This broken day will come and go
Broken and battered with nothing to show
Could this be the better part of my life?
Something to hold on to white knuckle tight
I wait for something real
In the air I hear the sound of your voice
Too many questions with no clear choice
On my mind are the clouds in your sky
Will they rain down on you the day that I shine
I wait for something real
With open wrists, begging, please
Angel of sweet nothing, yeah?
All was said about the feelings I've bled
My peddled flower, my finest hour
I've grown so tired of living this life
I wait for something real
I wait for something real
With open wrists, begging, please
Angel of sweet nothing, yeah?