| Song | Hit or Miss |
| Artist | Sleeping at Last |
| Album | Yearbook - July - EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| hurry, hurry up and wait | |
| is how the waiting game is played. | |
| a thousand moving parts keep score | |
| inside the watch we can’t ignore. | |
| so let’s hurry, let’s hurry up and wait. | |
| much too tired to try, | |
| much too stubborn to quit, | |
| on an island in between | |
| the coasts of hit or miss. | |
| are we settlers or are we natives of this land? | |
| only time will tell | |
| on which pedestal we were meant to stand. | |
| so let’s hurry, let’s hurry up and wait. | |
| so let’s hurry, let’s hurry, hurry up and wait. | |
| every cloud above’s full of splattered paint, | |
| every seed below lies patiently in wait. | |
| but a watched kettle never boils, | |
| a watched tree never grows. | |
| may we have our tea in the forest, | |
| may we reap all that we sow. | |
| so let’s hurry, so let’s hurry, hurry up, hurry up and wait. | |
| so let’s hurry, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and wait. |
| hurry, hurry up and wait | |
| is how the waiting game is played. | |
| a thousand moving parts keep score | |
| inside the watch we can' t ignore. | |
| so let' s hurry, let' s hurry up and wait. | |
| much too tired to try, | |
| much too stubborn to quit, | |
| on an island in between | |
| the coasts of hit or miss. | |
| are we settlers or are we natives of this land? | |
| only time will tell | |
| on which pedestal we were meant to stand. | |
| so let' s hurry, let' s hurry up and wait. | |
| so let' s hurry, let' s hurry, hurry up and wait. | |
| every cloud above' s full of splattered paint, | |
| every seed below lies patiently in wait. | |
| but a watched kettle never boils, | |
| a watched tree never grows. | |
| may we have our tea in the forest, | |
| may we reap all that we sow. | |
| so let' s hurry, so let' s hurry, hurry up, hurry up and wait. | |
| so let' s hurry, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and wait. |
| hurry, hurry up and wait | |
| is how the waiting game is played. | |
| a thousand moving parts keep score | |
| inside the watch we can' t ignore. | |
| so let' s hurry, let' s hurry up and wait. | |
| much too tired to try, | |
| much too stubborn to quit, | |
| on an island in between | |
| the coasts of hit or miss. | |
| are we settlers or are we natives of this land? | |
| only time will tell | |
| on which pedestal we were meant to stand. | |
| so let' s hurry, let' s hurry up and wait. | |
| so let' s hurry, let' s hurry, hurry up and wait. | |
| every cloud above' s full of splattered paint, | |
| every seed below lies patiently in wait. | |
| but a watched kettle never boils, | |
| a watched tree never grows. | |
| may we have our tea in the forest, | |
| may we reap all that we sow. | |
| so let' s hurry, so let' s hurry, hurry up, hurry up and wait. | |
| so let' s hurry, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and wait. |