Waiting. We're waiting for apologies, and we're waiting. We're both expecting sympathies. Another hour is gone. We sulk and carry on so stubborn-hearted. Waiting. We're marking secret borders now, and we're waiting. We're in our separate corners now. We wait for night to fall. We can't even recall what got this started. Chorus Now is the time and here is the place, 'cause we lose these hours and casting blame when we should be saying grace. We can find a better way. We can stand on common ground. We can work this out between us before the sun goes down. We come together. Waiting. We don't know what we're trying to prove, but we're waiting. Until the other makes a move we stick to our facades. We only speak in nods and sullen glances. Waiting. Our shadows just get longer now. We need to start again before this day has stolen all our chances. - Chorus -
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