Conceivably my routine falls through the seams
Notably you're the one I rely on when you're not free
It's clear that I'm not your monogamy
Stick to your clique and I'll be waiting

Waiting to rise, waiting in line
Waiting to rise, before I roll the dice

Futile kindred with no drive
Once it's in my fluid I no longer strive
The sheer brilliance is defined by your
Presence that tingles up my spine

I've got a whole new outlook
Scared of change I'm still staying put
Worse with age I'm a pussyfoot
Round the clock it's well over looked

Waiting to rise, waiting in line
Waiting to rise, before I roll the dice
Waiting to rise, waiting in line
Waiting to rise, before I'm paralysed