Fiction Plane - Patience lyrics

Come watch the leaves turn red in Central Park When the morning comes but the sky stays dark Your face is stern but I see through And I know what you're gonna do You're gonna rip his throat out with your hands And he won't have a chance to say You've got the wrong man Hold on Just hold on Is it my imagination Or does patience make more sense Those men decided it was time to leave And finally your story was believed But as they went they stepped on feet And it's hard to show grace in defeat You're gonna throw a rock against a wall and it won't hurt them but your life is very small to them Hold on Just hold on Is it my imagination Or does patience make more sense Hold on Just hold on Is it my imagination Or does patience make more sense You make decisions with a bloody nose Stare down all the thinkers but your eyes are closed You think it's the best way This is the only way you know You're staring as your life slips away from you You try to hold on to something you think is true You thinks its the best way Give it a moment Give it a moment Hold on Just hold on Is it my imagination Or does patience make more sense Hold on Just hold on Is it my imagination Or does patience make more sense