Too much space, too much space
As if the distance in between is my shame
Too many rocks, no sling
Where is the giant? Where is the sting?

I’m drowning in love I cannot see, I feel like a refugee

Where is the voice that calmed the storm?
In every darkness I was reborn
I’m looking for light in these grey skies
I need the third day’s hope for the first day’s life

Waiting’s not my friend, it’s not my forte
I just feel like caulking every gap that marks my face
And I can’t see the end, but I care not for shelter
I just want to reach my destination in the rain