Wait

Wait

Maybe this place is everything

Maybe we don’t need anything

Concrete

You say

To hold on to little securities

I hope that the world won’t carry me

Away, away

All of the pounds of gold

The moments we lost or sold

All of this

Will go to waste

Wait

What if the world’s gone back to it

The darkness before the enlightenment

What then?

Faith

Is hardly a wall of security

It won’t stop the blows of our enemies

They’ll win, they’ll win

All of the pounds of gold

The moments we lost or sold

All of this

Will go to waste

It’s just not a mystery

The lack of our expertise

Won’t be good for anything

Anything