He sat there trying to work out what he’s doing
He didn’t care there was a storm in his life brewing
Why are such things seen as normal…
He’s waiting for the fall.
Questions not answers are causing decay
He’s living a life that he wants to betray
Why does he seem to just jump on call…
He’s waiting for the fall.
Every motion of his body is thinking of her right now
So why don’t he feel a bit more up than this down
Why is he thinking instead of just doing…
He’s waiting for the fall.
He drinks what ain’t normal and normal ain’t him
His head targets loss when he should think of win
Why is he thinking instead of this proving…
He’s waiting for the fall.
He’s out in the rain thinking what should I do
He knows to back off or perhaps see it through
So love is far from all…
He’s waiting for the fall.