A minute or hour
by the time it comes
I need a little power
in my legs they're numb
The feeling was electric
before the concrete set
and now I feel a little wretched
but I'm not there yet
And now there's only
Looking
Forward
Never hiding
From the many woes
Of manic nights
And in the fray I finally
See it clearer
That the moment moves but never nearer and I
It's right on the tip of my tongue
I wasn't sure of the words I was saying
truth I was shaking
tess of the talking
none of the waiting I
I see why
Running up a fever
Till the sweat turns cold
and make me a believer
with every lie I'm told
Ended in the ocean
Where the water waits
and now I'm running out of time
to convince my face
That now there's only
Looking
Forward
Never hiding
From the many woes
Of manic nights
And in the fray I finally
See it clearer
That the moment moves but never nearer and I
It's right on the tip of my tongue
I wasn't sure of the words I was saying
Truth I was shaking
Less of the talking
None of the waiting
Right on the tip of my tongue
