I've been waiting, anticipating [bad word] up
The skies wont sink my soul
I've dreamt of this but it [bad word] But it [bad word] on the horizon
The nature's dry, faux

I've been dreamin', traced out but dreamin'
The [bad word] up
The blisters burn my soul
I'm dreamin' of something now
Of something now on the horizon
The nature's dry and all the gritty ones