I've been waiting for the words to clear my throat
And I've been waiting for my fingertips to fret forgotten notes

There is so much here that I don't know
And they've been staring at the clouds above my head praying for snow

What if everything that you ever loved, more than anything, was killing you this slow?

You'd let it go

I've been waiting for the words to set me straight
Like every empty line's a curse that I can't break

They say these spider webs around my head can all be brushed away
But I'm confidently sure that that's not the case

So what if everything that you ever loved, more than anything, was killing you this slow?

You'd let it go