Maybe we always knew it was coming As certain as the mountains wash away I'm waiting in a line for the show to begin I'm waiting for that light to filter in They were hiding somewhere in the rafters Rapture awaiting decrees From the violins and the conductor To descend on mounts of steam Demons descend Moonlight hides them Knives out Reach in Atone for sin Aching engine End to begin I can feel a certain sense of calm Knowing there's a way to right the wrongs I'm waiting in a line for the show to begin I'm waiting for that light to filter in I can feel a certain sense of calm Knowing there's a way to right the wrongs I'm waiting in a line for the show to begin I'm waiting for that light to filter in I'm waiting in a line for the show to begin I'm waiting for that light to filter in