The Wild City
Still in time and time to say I don't believe my eyes
Is this the place I love to hate?
Can I explain the altered state of the waiting room?
Waiting room
And the wild cry out, their cries are found in me
And the wild cry out, their cries are found in me
Stayed up stripped at your command a silhouette against sky
I see the changing of the faces I've seen
Betrayed as one gets free of the waiting moon
Waiting moon
And the wild cry out, their cries are found in me
And the wild cry out, their cries are found in me
And the wild cry out, their cries are found in me
And the wild cry out, their cries are found in me
Set my sights on the day when I'll have you here by my side
So far removed the days in the waiting moon
Waiting moon
And the wild cry out, their cries are found in me
And the wild cry out, their cries are found in me