waiting at the bottom for something to happen
nothing ever does
waiting at the bottom for someone to pass me by
no-one ever comes
when every fallen hero lines the ground
your faith escapes the fold
everything you’ve looked up to looks down on you
you're to the heavens sold
waiting at the bottom for the colors to change
it’s always black and white
wanting to shed some light into this darkness
but in here it’s always night
waiting at the bottom for a solution
but the problem’s still unknown
hands bound and lowered into the ocean
and dragged down by the stone