Its getting late My phone is melting Here I am stuck Perched on a building Just to see where I live But tonight I could try riding the stars On a vacant sky I wont be the one who starts A different kind of feeling Fork in your mother's eye We are waiting for someone To take us from their side To promote a kind of feeling A pain in your mother's side We are waiting for someone else Today I lost my watch But time forgot to suddenly stop I have to move on Like a farmer with no crop In bed I lay With an open mind and eyes Estranged by ticks and tocks And I won't be the one who starts A different kind of feeling Fork in your mother's eye We are waiting for someone To take us from their side To promote a kind of feeling Pain in your mother's side We are waiting for someone else