The End And The Beginning

This delay is what you gave me but that was fine

'Cause I would rather wait than go down that road

The road I know so well like mud or quicksand

I was stuck but now I'm in your hand

Is it getting cold? I could try to move it more

Are we getting old? I don't notice anymore

And what about the bones hidden in a box?

If everything I owned turned this into rocks

Is this getting close? I could try to move it more

Are we going home? I can't stay here anymore

And how long will this go until it changes?

How long before you know that I love you?

And how long 'til it goes and turns to nothing?