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 sitting there waiting isn t so safe and sound