to be loud
Directed silent movies
I fell in love, then fell apart
Tries to feel things fading
Learned by refus
ing to be taught
With kites for windless islands
Wro te it all down but
still can't breathe
My self beyond my writing
Now that I dare to leave the pillow
Now that you're gone, I see
I've been wait ing for the one
who made me listen
I've been waiting for the face
to see the miracle
I was longin' for the baby
things I'm missing
To discover unknown versions of my sin
I've losing
reasons to believe
To find it good to know you
Wrote it all down
but still can't see
Or plan it beyond my writing
Losing ends won't make it mel low
But now that I'm lost, I see
I've been wait ing for the one
who'll make me listen
I've been waiting for a place
to find the miracle
Got it waiting for the world
I have been missing
What if it says my wonder world
goes by myself
I'm still waiting for the one
who'll make me listen
Find some enemies,
but don't they spoil the miracle?
I'm still longing for the un
known world I'm missing
To discover unknown versions of myself
Now that I'd laid to leave the billow
Now that you're
gone I see
I've been wait ing for the one
who'll make me listen
I've been waiting for the face
to see the miracle
While it's waiting for the word
I have been missing
Hoping it won't save the one
the world's erased themselves,
yeah
I'm still waiting for the one
to make me listen
I'm still waiting for that day
to see the miracle
While I'm waiting for the song
I have been missing
I'm discovering one of the
versions of myself . .