How long is a day
When I'm Holding onto every word
Holding out to hear you try to say
What you mean
Strange that you say nothing
Isn't this a funny thing
Something out of fiction
Subtle like a match in the gasoline
when you drive away
this is just like before
it's just when you surrender
just wait for the wings of a dove
to carry us away
How long will you wait
Before you buck the system
Before the second coming of
Her distraction
And you know that it means nothing
Or at least you try believing
That every little clue
Is something that means the world to you
And the Wind in your hair
Is Blowing everywhere
When I'm Holding onto every word
Holding out to hear you try to say
What you mean
Strange that you say nothing
Isn't this a funny thing
Something out of fiction
Subtle like a match in the gasoline
when you drive away
this is just like before
it's just when you surrender
just wait for the wings of a dove
to carry us away
How long will you wait
Before you buck the system
Before the second coming of
Her distraction
And you know that it means nothing
Or at least you try believing
That every little clue
Is something that means the world to you
And the Wind in your hair
Is Blowing everywhere