I'm in the waiting line between the cross and the corner
and it's the second time you left a glimpse in the dark
don't care for candle lights, another voice of expectation
it leaves me hanging dry but with a hint of a spark
and there's a
random sound
that tells you time is running meager
with no complaints of mine
a subtle tear from your eye
we wind these
troubles to a
ball of thread
lead and follow
lead and follow
lead and follow
and throw it back and forth and back again
lead and follow
lead and follow
lead and follow
i'm in the waiting line between the cross and the corner
but it's the second time you left a glimpse in the dark
don't care for squeamish talks
another voice of complication
it leaves you hanging dry but with a hint of a spark
we wind these
troubles to a
ball of thread
lead and follow
lead and follow
lead and follow
and throw it back and forth and back again
lead and follow
lead and follow
lead and follow