Should I lead, should I lay low?
If I ask you, will you even know?
From the roof to the ground
These walls must come down
It all seems right, written on a page
I tell myself we'll be okay
But I can't chase away my doubt
So much left to figure out
Waited mine, wasted time
Through the haze, see what you will
A broken glass that never spills
I know you think you've been set free
But we are slaves to our beliefs
Waited mine, wasted time

Waited mine, wasted time
Waited mine, gray and dry