Paroles: Porcupine Tree. Waiting - Phase One.

Waiting to be born again
Wanting the saddest kind of pain
Waiting for the day when I will crawl away

Nothing is what I feel
Waiting for the drugs to make it real
Waiting for the day when I will crawl away

Waiting to be disciplined
Aching for your nails across my skin
Waiting for the day when I will crawl away