Try to leave a light on love, Lead me back to where I left off, Trying to find a way back home, Back to where (...), Time and time again I find my voice inside a friend, Holding on to ends to suit the means, Flying agains the wind i feel my wings begin to mend, It's a waiting game, It's a waiting game, I remeber way back when, Saftey was a way to pretend, I could breathe without oxygen, But carbon's clear and carbon can bend, Time and time again i find my voice inside a friend, Holding on to ends to suit the means, Flying against the wind i feel my wings begin to mend, It's a waiting game, It's a waiting game, It's a waiting game, It's a waiting game, It's a waiting game.