Rise Against

on clearer days I can see the lights from my bedroom door,
on windy nights I can smell the lake as it drifts to me from the shore
the traffic lights silently change a thousand times a day
but I'm still waiting, yeah I'm still waiting
if my hand could block the sun, would we ever wake up?
If I turned back all these clocks would that be time enough?
I can't remember exactly when this longing began
but I know it wasn't before the day you touched my hand,
laugh and shout in blissful daze and numbers are exchanged,
I'm still waiting, yeah I'm still waiting
if my hand could block the sun, would we ever wake up?
If I turned back all these clocks would that be time enough?
so put your hands where I can see them, and shut your mouth,