looking and waiting -- it's what I do
scanning the skies for a beacon from you
shapes on the curtain, but no clear view
of you
you're a warm bright window lighting up the rain
I catch a glimpse of the glow but I still remain
outside where the shadows pool and bleed
chimney silhouettes semaphore in a code I cannot read
looking and waiting -- it's what I do
scanning the skies for a beacon from you
shapes on the curtain, but no clear view
of you
you're like the leaves that come down from the trees
a suggestion of a springtime to be
crunching underfoot outlined in frost
full of promise for the return of something lost
looking and waiting -- it's what I do
scanning the skies for a beacon from you
shapes on the curtain, but no clear viewv of you