Waiting for the Next Big Day Out of phase I've lost my way In search of all things sublime My soul did not keep up with time It's as if waking up to suddenly understand After all, things never went as planned And youth is bound to rot away In the waiting of the Next Big Day Waiting for the Next Big Day Waiting to be blown away Waiting for the time to bend Waiting for the first of ends But there's a place that can only be found When one to but nothing is bound A glade below the great and tall Appearing but before those who fall A still chaos, dark and dear yet serene Revealing the sacred in-between Found but in the times of rain When there is nothing to retain Waiting for the Next Big Day Waiting to be blown away Waiting for the time to bend Waiting for the first of ends Waiting for the Next Big Day Waiting to be blown away Waiting for the time to bend Waiting for the first of ends Waiting for the Next Big Day I am out of phase I've lost my way In search of all things sublime My soul did not keep up with time Waiting for the Next Big Day