"What is this?

Wretched paintings of men

In love with all at dawn

omitting by greyish dusk

Led lines the hall

There he waits and stands

occasional underhanded mess

As his duty ends

Can you wait, can you wait, can you wait for them to understand

Agitate, agitate, agitate, and grieve the murdered hand

I’m not here

I’m not the wall between us

I’m not still

I’m not the soil eroding

Let a little more fall

Fall far beyond itself

Let a little more die

Lost unending wealth

Can you wait, can you wait, just a little more

The sands make up the story

Time takes away the pain

How Will we ever know

How will we ever mend.

How will we ever grow

And will it ever end

Can you wait, can you wait, can you wait for them to understand

Agitate, agitate, agitate and grieve the murdered hand

Now we know

Now we know

How we fall"