Waiting

strange is like I feel
here on the top of the hill
and these are all my dreams
messed up with all of my sins

memories of a long time ago
some ghosts are all that I know
and these are all my dreams
I smile while she screams:

"tomorrow in heaven today in the floor waiting for something else waiting for more..."

strange is like I feel
rolling down like a wheel
waiting for the hole in the ground
thinking of the time you were around

my head is address of confusion
of love , disguise and illusion
and these are all my dreams
I die while she screams:

"tomorrow in heaven today in the floor waiting for something else waiting for more..."