They started making room for everyone
Valley of death, son, and the fires rage on
And it looks like I wait, I wait, I wait
Henceforth, my feet break
But I wait, I wait

On and on, all the scriptures fade
And the God shook out the breath of the babe
And it looks like I wait, I wait, I wait
Henceforth, my feet break
Oh, I wait, I wait, I wait

Electrocuted through the breastplate
Wish he would touch me but he hates
Oh, the lovers wait, I wait, I wait, I wait
And it looks like feet break
Oh, I wait, I wait

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Channy Leaneagh, Daniel Goldstein