We´re staring down constantly
With palms open and resting feet
Glancing up once and a while
To find some sense of reconcile

Open our eyes to see what´s left
Looking for just one sign of breath
As soon as we think its okay
We´ll head our separate ways

What are we waiting for
There´s knocking at our door

Slowly but surely I´m turning this around
But there is something that I haven´t found
Sooner or later you will be finding out
Sitting there waiting isn´t so safe and sound

There´s something that´s been calling me
I feel that I´m still incomplete
Without knowing what I expect
There´s no way that I can perfect

We hesitate with every step
Just one step closer to our death
We´re anxious just to take a glance
This could be our last chance

What are we waiting for
There´s knocking at our door

Sitting there waiting isn´t so safe and sound