Spun

I’m waiting on the edge I came for
When you’re not around it can’t be ignored
I can’t take no more
I won’t be waiting for you
As we fade into the edge of our Sun
And its uncertain
That this circus

It could be the end of all that I know
The record could change, its cold
Regardless of the winter
The rain is all our own
Into the wreckage we all could go
Uncertain situations
The cause of who you show
You could guide us along

The face of a stranger can take us out beyond
When you call all of our own
The waste of a savior you claim is never wrong
When all this time the silence comes before
When all this time we wait in our home
For guidance from before
I’m still waiting for the evidence
I’m still silent but before
Waiting for the world

I’ll be coming down and then you know
This must be my place
To take this to the face
And leave this play
I’m getting spun
Really, you’re taking too long

Waiting for the world to drift into the edge of our Sun
When it’s uncertain that this circus
It could be the end of all that I know
And the record to change
It’s old, regardless of the weather

The rage is all our own
Into the wreckage we all take hold
Uncertain situations
The cause of who you know
I feel it coming undone
I’m spun