Wild Cry, The
Still in time and time to say,
I donâ"š¬â"ž¢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 Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ve seen,
Betrayed as one gets free
Of the Waiting Moon.
Waiting Moon.
Chorus
Instrumental
Chorus
Set my sights on the day,
When Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll have you here by my side.
So far removed the days
In the Waiting Moon.
Waiting Moon.
Chorus