Funereal Pace

Days are dragging on now And I would pay for One more minute One more second She's off wandering, the quiet streets of the night And I'm waiting Oh, I'm feeling tired Staring at the wall, staring out the window Hoping I can see you then Oh, we're all a little tired Scrolling through the photos Waiting on that "okay" Maybe I can see you then But the days don't seem to end nearly fast enough I wonder she's doing with her time I wonder if she's got him in his mind In his mind Oh, I think we'll be okay I think we'll be okay Oh, I'm feeling tired Staring at the wall, staring out the window Hoping I can see you then