Waiting

Moving people in a cycle Open the windows, fresh air for a change We are believers of the same old There's a contract, we're going away And I am waiting, I know its coming The grand illusion of being open This unbecoming hallucination Could mean destruction for everyone A thousand highways One way to arrive At the point of conjunction Connected to a million lives Well I said that I'm a leaf on a tree Waiting to float by But I'm not beating around the bush And you can't buy the time Cuz I am waiting, I know its coming The grand illusion of being open This unbecoming hallucination Could mean destruction for everyone There's the coming attractions Like a traveling circus You're on the edge of your seat You wanna let go of the past And reset But there is something you cannot concede Cuz I am waiting, I know its coming The grand illusion of being open This unbecoming hallucination Will mean destruction for everyone