Our Singer

I've beem waiting, anticipating

sun comes up

the skies wont sink my soul

I've dreamt of this

but it never comes

but it never comes

the horizon

the natures dry

faux

I've been dreaming

traced out but dreamin

sun comes up

the blisters burn my soul

I'm dreamin

of something now

of something now

on the horizon

the natures dry

and all the gritty ones