The sun beats down steadily Through a skylight left from the seventies It makes our oaks it's own Strangling shadows on the shiplap of my family home And they'll creep through my windowsill as the sun hides behind the trees Oh I always knew they'd cling to me the moment I tried to leave so What am I made to wait for? Oh, what am I made to wait to find? When you can't have what you had again No, you can't have what you had again This place it plagues my memories Set to foreign melodies Cause I've been gone too long And silence replaced the static on the telephone Oh, so what am I made to wait for? Oh, what am I made to wait to find? When you can't have what you had again No, you can't have what you had again