In this waiting time
In this waiting time
In this waiting time
In this waiting time
In this waiting time
No time for distractions, while spinning
In circles
There must be, some kind of, winding line
Between who I used to be
Walking down those empty streets
And someone who can stand there on his own
In this waiting time
No time for distractions, while spinning
In circles
One and the same
And we get, knocked down
One and the same