And it came from nothing
But there was always something
The way the sky burned brighter
And the nights grew darkerI'll hold on to everyone
That I hold dearest to my heart
And I won't forget them
I won't forget themFading, always fading
And I never needed more
Waiting, always waiting
Scraped across the wooden floorAnd the passing time reaches out
And covers me with images
Of everyone that I have known
Or ever had to seeAnd I won't forget them
And I won't forget themFading, always feeling
And I never needed more
Waiting, always waiting
Scraped across the wooden floorWhen a day is done
Another setting sun is down
When the day is done
Another setting sunWaiting, always waiting
Scraped across the wooden floorScraped across the wooden floor
When will you be coming home?
Scraped across the wooden floor
When will you be coming home?Scraped across the wooden floor
When will you be coming home?
Scraped across the wooden floor