I trace the lines that run down your face
Pouring you in, into disgrace
I'll sit back as you leave like this
I get pulled into things I missNo rest for the weary
No sleep for the tired and the distressed
I guess, there's too much doubt
And there's too much hate
There's so much, I can't waitAnd I'll wait, I'm still in love like this
And I guess, it's impossible to miss
Like the back of my neck, I'm feelin' the strain
Of living without, inside of hateI am here trying to explain
It's been so long I can't complain
About the things you said you'd hate
I don't prefer it, I can't waitNo rest for the weary
No sleep for the tired and the distressed
I guess, there's too much doubt
And there's too much hate
There's so much, I can't waitAnd I'll wait, I'm still in love like this
And I guess, it's impossible to miss
Like the back of my neck, I'm feelin' the strain
Of living without, inside of hateNo rest for the weary
No sleep for the tired and the distressed
I guess, there's too much doubt
And there's nothing to hear
There's nothing 'bout your faithWill you wait for me?
Or will you call my name?Like the back of my neck, I'm feelin' the strain
Of living without, inside of hateWill you wait for me?
Or will you call my name?
Will you wait for me?