I wait for your calling
By an endless lake of regrets
I count the days, slipping away
I wait for you to appear and save me
From this nightmare my mind has created
It seems I can\'t escape from this fantasy
Always a day late and forever wanting
I listen for the sound of your voice
When I feel like mine is not being heard
And I feel scared
I listen for the sound of your voice
Somewhere near but not close
There by the trees
So proud and so foolish
I want to believe I can make the change
Every mistake just feels so strange
I want to believe it\'s not too late
I can breathe through the cellophane
I can make something out of those blue days
In this perpetual sadness
I lay in the same position for hours
Putting treasure in boxes
I\'m slipping away
I\'m slipping away.