| This is begininng, we realise | |
| We're celebrating the modest life. | |
| A chance at your wishes, I wish for more | |
| Everyone's waiting at an open door | |
| A sneaking suspicion is in your eyes | |
| This sweet indecision can leave you blind | |
| Ashes are spilling from your cigarette | |
| Everyone's willing to be a silhouette | |
| I'm not waiting, I'm coming for you my love | |
| All this waiting is taking its toll | |
| They say this is living, it's just a lie | |
| Everyone's living, but we're living lies | |
| No premonition to justify | |
| This intuition is what decides | |
| I'm not waiting, I'm coming for you my love | |
| All this waiting is taking its toll |