Waiting, wasted.
A promise I could take it
Try to hard to be real for
My mind erases
Again
To chase away a day

People chasing
A promise like a lady
History for a chosen
Their minds awaken
Again
To chase away a day

And it feels like I just had it all
To waste
Wait for nothing
Turning that easy wheel

Turn, turn
My mind is taking turns
Awake
Wait for nothing
Turning that red machine

Now I sit here alone
And all I have to say for it
Wait for hours
Churning that red machine