What were you waiting for? The desert's not getting any smaller, We're not getting any younger, So hand me a gun, It's on, It's war. I've let the last
life, I'll be by your side. But the snow is piling up, and there's a hundred drifts. that I've decided I could probably lay down and die in. It's just
For all intensive purposes I'm dead. The alarm clock sets my fate and tonight this place means nothing. Just concrete walls dressed in photographs