Well you can stand there waiting for a rainy day.
Close up your heart and hide your dancing shoes away.
And cut yourself with your mistakes.
Leave all hope lying in a line of chalk.
Everything you need is disguised in double talk.
So wound yourself and let it ache.
But if you're waiting for something to bring you round...
I'm calling out, I'm calling out your name
Lift your head up high.
I'm calling out, I'm calling out your name
Lift your head up high.
It's all little pieces
Till there's nothing left.
All just debris of your former self.
Just take a breath for your own sake
And if you're waiting for something to bring you round...
I'm calling out, I'm calling out your name
Lift your head up high.
I'm calling out, I'm calling out your name
Lift your head up high.
And are you caught between the lines?
Did no one see you fall behind?
