Waiting - Porcupine Tree

Waiting... To be born again

Wanting... The saddest kind of pain
Waiting for the day when I will crawl away

Nothing is what I feel
Waiting... For the drugs to make it real
Waiting... For the day when I will crawl away

Waiting... To be disciplined
Aching... For your nails across my skin
Waiting... For the day when I will crawl away