Wavesin

Ticks on the clock but the gears won't turn

Tracing the path where the embers burn

Watching the ceiling, waiting for a sign

Tracing the edge of a fading line

Static in the air,

cold wind on my neck (ahhh)

I'm suspended in the drift

Waiting for the weight to shift

Holding onto what I lost

Never counting up the cost

Flicker of a shadow on the bedroom wall

Silence is a heavy,

unrelenting call

Counting every heartbeat, keeping the score

I don't think I know myself anymore

Gravity

pulling me down

No sound in this crowded town

I'm suspended in the drift

Waiting for the weight to shift

Holding onto what I lost

Never counting up the cost