Where do we go from here?
How do we carry on?
I can't get beyond the questions...
Clamoring for the scraps
in the shatter of us collapsed,
It cuts me with every could-have-been

Pain on pain on play repeating
With the back-up makeshift life in waiting
(With the back-up makeup life shift waiting)
verybody says
that time heals everything.
But what of the wretched/rigid hallow?
The endless in-between?

Are we just going to wait it out?

There's nothing to see here now,
turning the sign around.
We're close to the Earth, so further...
No tears
Clamoring for the scraps, clamoring in the light
We're close to the Earth, so further...

Only one, only one street-level miracle
I'll be an out-in-out, born again, from none more cynical

Everybody says
that time heals everything.
But what of the wretched/rigid hallow?
The endless in between?

Are we just going to wait it out?

And sit here cold
Look, you'll be long gone by then
and lackluster
in dust we lay 'round old magazine(s)
When resin lighting sets the scene
For all we could and should be being
In the one life that we've got

Everybody says
that time heals everything.
But what of the wretched/rigid hallow?
The endless in-between?

Are we just going to wait it out?
And sit here, cold,
Just going to sweat it out?
Just going to sweat it out?

Wait it out.