Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Waiting For The Day To End, artist - Zeraphine. Album song Whiteout, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 10.06.2010
Record label: BMG Rights Management
Song language: English
Waiting For The Day To End |
With the blade in my heart I’m stumbling |
I’m melting into the ground |
While the walls around are crumbling |
I don’t want to rest ‘til I’m found |
Fighting against emptiness and confidence inside of me And a broken mirror shows me what I am supposed to see |
And I thought I’m crying tears, but blood is pouring down from my eyes |
But no matter how I feel I can’t respond to their lies |
I don’t need these souvenirs to remind me of the bygone time |
And however much I try to forget |
I can’t get rid of their grime |
(I hold my breath) |
I can’t get rid of their grime |
(I hold my breath) |
And the weights on my feet drag me Down to the bottom of the sea |
But it looks so peaceful here and I can’t speak to raise a plea |
Everything I tried to see and to find again and to undo my faults |
Was never worth the strain, there’s nothing left I could exault |
And I thought about dying safely, but as always there’s no guarantee |
Whatever they say I still deny and disagree |
The words and sentiments |
And I’m still standing in-between |
But my innermost thoughts remain unseen |
So I question a new prospect and I’ll leave it all this time |
With all doubts and dissent in my head |
I’m waiting — waiting for the day to end |
So I question a new prospect and I’ll leave it all this time |
With all doubts and dissent in my head |
I’m waiting — waiting for the day to end |
And the storm was silent thunder |
Poison runs through my veins |
Don’t need another aching wonder |
I’m already almost slain |
Dismissing the consequences and one-way chances, ‘cause it’s not good |
Some call it fate, some always say they feel misunderstood |
And I know I cry no tears, ‘cause blood is pouring down from my eyes |
But you’ll never guess my thoughts, you can’t see through my disguise |
I don’t need more injuries to remind me of a former life |
You cannot stop me anymore, however much you strive |
So I question a new prospect and I’ll leave it all this time |
With all doubts and dissent in my head |
I’m waiting — waiting for the day to end |
So I question a new prospect and I’ll leave it all this time |
With all doubts and dissent in my head |
I’m waiting — waiting for the day to end |