Waiting For The Sun

Waiting for the sun

Waiting for the sun to come..

I can see clearly through my window

Very close to sleep I close my eyes

Time is like a thief that lies in waiting

Stealing every dream that I devise

But if I merit thoughts for distance

It only seems to bring me down

But in this room my eyes are open

and I can see deception all around

Waiting for the sun, Waiting for the sun to come

Waiting for the sun, Waiting for the sun to come

Thunder rolls inside me

while portraits of my thoughts are being staged

stained glass pictures painted on the carpet

a story of another day and age

I can see clearly through my window

A chill forces me to open up my eyes

Waiting for the sun, when once so pleasant

has grown into a task I now despise

Waiting for the sun, Waiting for the sun to come

Waiting for the sun, Waiting for the sun to come