Im in the waiting line between the cross and the corner And its the second time you left a glimpse in the dark Dont care for candle lights, another voice of expectation It leaves me hanging dry but with a hint of a spark And theres a random sound That tells you time is running meager With no complaints of mine A subtle tear from your eye We wind these troubles to a ball of thread Lead and follow Lead and follow Lead and follow And throw it back and forth and back again Lead and follow Lead and follow Lead and follow Im in the waiting line between the cross and the corner But its the second time you left a glimpse in the dark Dont care for squeamish talks Another voice of complication It leaves you hanging dry but with a hint of a spark