The Truth

So I crawled down the stairs to the truth, That is sleeping alone, on a bed, The mosquito net weeping above. That lazy old truth, been lying there for weeks. So I throw myself on to the bed, Onto the mercy of the truth, Who is stirring and trying to cheer up the net, And afterwords me, And I'm feeling weak. [Chorus] Cause I could go on, and on, Deluding myself. Waiting in the shadows, I am waiting for something else To come along and put things in order. Meanwhile, I raise my hands above the water. Ready, I am in position. Just promise you'll be here soon. So all of the people around, I don't wanna grow old like them. Bracing, and grabbing too tight to not much. But I start feeling tired a little earlier each day. So I'm looking to re-arrange the dawn, To tidy up the order of events, And unwind every thread of regret. But take that away, and what is there left? [Chorus] From now on, I just know things will be different. See the waves? They're all nodding their agreement. If you promise you'll be here soon.