Everything is gone but the echo of the burst of a shell
And I'm stuck waiting for a passing feeling
In the city I built up and blew to hell
I'm stuck here waiting for a passing feeling

Still I send all the time
My request for relief
Down the dead power lines
Though I'm beyond belief

In the help I require
Just to exist at all
Took a long time to stand
Just an hour to fall.

I'm stuck here waiting for a passing feeling
Stuck here waiting for the passing feeling
Still I send all the time
My request for relief

Down the dead power lines
Though I'm beyond belief
In the help I require
Just to exist at all

Took a long time to stand
Just an hour to fall

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Steven Paul Smith