a waiting time

opening the doors
 opening the rooms to us
 a hope to transcend
 this deadened consciousness
 i call my home
 so passion drains the pain away
 biting through
 as ice storms wait to pierce the flesh
 and i wait too
 passion drains the pain away
 biting through
 as ice storms wait to pierce the flesh
 and i... and i...
 a wild eyed child running faster than
 the echo of her mother's loving voice
 of her mother's loving voice...
 closing over us all
 opening the doors
 opening the rooms to us
 a prayer now to feel again
 the warmth of memories
 i call my home
 so spellbound into this domain
 of dreamlike waters' heavy groan
 it is nothing more than that
 than that which we have always known
 so spellbound into this domain
 of dreamlike waters' heavy groan
 it is nothing more than that
 which we... which we...
 that six months is not long enough
 to forget that everything erased will be written again
 everything erased will be written again
 and for now we know,
 and for now we know,
 the waiting is until the end
 the waiting is until the end
 the waiting is until the end
 the waiting all alone