I'm waiting with my arms up high
My eyes pulled tight, two lines of worry
That you won't meet me here tonight
Am I reaching enough?
Am I reaching at nothing?
Am I reaching enough?
Am I reaching at all?

And tonight we will be
Disappointed together
Disappointed together

This sickness for your hands abounding
Like some holy disease
A perfect symphony resounding
Am I reaching enough?
Am I reaching at nothing?
Am I reaching enough?
Am I reaching at all?

And tonight we will be
Disappointed together
Disappointed together

And tonight we will be
Disappointed together
Disappointed together
Yeah, yeah

And tonight we will be
Disappointed together
Disappointed together
Together

And tonight we will be
Disappointed together
Disappointed together

And tonight we will be
Disappointed together
Disappointed together