Next Big Day

Waiting for the Next Big Day
 Out of phase I've lost my way
 In search of all things sublime
 My soul did not keep up with time
 It's as if waking up to suddenly understand
 After all, things never went as planned
 And youth is bound to rot away
 In the waiting of the Next Big Day
 Waiting for the Next Big Day
 Waiting to be blown away
 Waiting for the time to bend
 Waiting for the first of ends
 But there's a place that can only be found
 When one to but nothing is bound
 A glade below the great and tall
 Appearing but before those who fall
 A still chaos, dark and dear yet serene
 Revealing the sacred in-between
 Found but in the times of rain
 When there is nothing to retain
 Waiting for the Next Big Day
 Waiting to be blown away
 Waiting for the time to bend
 Waiting for the first of ends
 Waiting for the Next Big Day
 Waiting to be blown away
 Waiting for the time to bend
 Waiting for the first of ends
 Waiting for the Next Big Day
 I am out of phase I've lost my way
 In search of all things sublime
 My soul did not keep up with time
 Waiting for the Next Big Day