don t call it defeatist i don t want it i need it all cog in machine it so long as that feeds it too fond of to see it too absent to leave it but i m patiently waiting for my windfall to come i m patiently waiting for my savior to come impatiently waiting for a savior to come there s perfect symmetry in shapes inside my heart and i will take them to my grave win or lose it s not up to me i put my feet up in the air will you hold them still for me notice how the tables and the chairs tend to float but i m patiently waiting for rainfall to come i m patiently waiting for savior to come impatiently waiting for savior to come