Is it something deep that's burning to be?
Or do you wish that things would come to you?
Or is it a hope that helps you get through your day?
Or is it a hope that keeps you stumbling?
Got you waiting for the sky to fall onto you
Got you waiting for this time
Will you cut the surface with a knife?
Or do your days of sunlight turn to night?
Or will you let the clouds drop on your mind?
Or will you use the rain to wash away?