| Time stands still | |
| When you fear your hope is gonna fade | |
| Hope doesn't come | |
| 'Til you catch your fear and give it away | |
| I'm waiting for the tide | |
| The darkness of this night | |
| To fade into the night | |
| And it won't be long | |
| I hope it won't be long | |
| Oh no | |
| Told me they would come | |
| Told me they were gonna take him away | |
| He's the only one | |
| He's the one that makes me feel this way | |
| And don't you criticise | |
| What you can't understand | |
| He's the pulse inside my hand | |
| He's the only one | |
| He is the only one | |
| I see, hear, taste, I breathe him | |
| Seven years and thirteen days | |
| Oh I wouldn't forsake him | |
| My own disturbed angel boy | |
| I would wait a thousand years for you | |
| Breathe into your heart | |
| Let me taste the colour of your core | |
| Memory rewind to the heady time we had before | |
| Coming up, I'm coming down | |
| Reaching up and falling down | |
| The time is coming round | |
| And it won't be long | |
| I hope it won't be long | |
| I see, hear, taste, I breathe him | |
| Seven years and thirteen days | |
| Oh I wouldn't forsake him | |
| My own disturbed angel boy | |
| I would wait a thousand years for you | |
| Coming up, I'm coming down | |
| Reaching up and falling down | |
| The time is coming round | |
| And it won't be long | |
| I know it won't be long | |
| I see, hear, taste, I breathe him | |
| Seven years and thirteen days | |
| Oh I wouldn't forsake him | |
| My own disturbed angel boy | |
| I see, hear, taste, I breathe him | |
| Seven years and thirteen days | |
| Oh I wouldn't forsake him | |
| My own disturbed angel boy I would wait a thousand years for you | |
| I would wait a thousand years for you | |
| I would wait a thousand years for you |