waiting for nothing

Stayed up all night

With the bugs in the bright

And the air turned cold and black

Turtle trapped on its back

I'm waiting for nothing

Waiting for nothing

There are angels hiding under

Trestles above the ground

They hover there forever

So they can't be found

It's too late now It's too late now It's too late to fix my broken hands To fix my broken hands

I'm waiting for nothing
Waiting for nothing