patterns of escape.

Dressed in patterns of escape
Shrouded in a time delay
Mended with a bit of tape
and painted to disguise the break

headed to the great unknown
some will stay and some say no
less afraid of what’s ahead
than what it takes to just let go

wait
waiting to hear that it’s over
wait
wait for the sound that this is done
wait
waiting to hear that it’s over
wait
til all of the waiting is done

came in through the fire escape
to lift the shadows from the place
beneath the blankets here am i
awake again awake tonight

speed it up to slow it down
and in these thoughts I seem to drown
each gentle wave upon my skin
my resolution wearing thin

wait
waiting to hear that it’s over
wait
wait for the sound that this is done
wait
waiting to hear that it’s over
wait
til all of the waiting is done