I’m waiting on the edge I came for When you’re not around it can’t be ignored I can’t take no more I won’t be waiting for you As we fade into the edge of our Sun And its uncertain That this circusIt could be the end of all that I know The record could change, its cold Regardless of the winter The rain is all our own Into the wreckage we all could go Uncertain situations The cause of who you show You could guide us alongThe face of a stranger can take us out beyond When you call all of our own The waste of a savior you claim is never wrong When all this time the silence comes before When all this time we wait in our home For guidance from before I’m still waiting for the evidence I’m still silent but before Waiting for the worldI’ll be coming down and then you know This must be my place To take this to the face And leave this play I’m getting spun Really, you’re taking too longWaiting for the world to drift into the edge of our Sun When it’s uncertain that this circus It could be the end of all that I know And the record to change It’s old, regardless of the weatherThe rage is all our own Into the wreckage we all take hold Uncertain situations The cause of who you know I feel it coming undone I’m spun
