There are no words
For what I want to say
No description
For what I feel
It's a non-emotion
It's something gray
Way down
Inside of me

YOU COULD CALL IT ANGER
YOU COULD CALL IT FEAR
YOU COULD CALL IT [bad word] 
THAT'S AS CLOSE AS YOU GET

Now I'm waiting
For security
There's something racing
Inside of me
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
For a sign
Waiting for something
Got nothing but time

YOU COULD CALL IT ANGER
YOU COULD CALL IT FEAR
YOU COULD CALL IT [bad word] 
AND YOU STILL BE WRONG

Now I'm waiting
For security
There's something racing
Inside of me

I said I'm waiting
Waiting for a sign
Just me and my little friend
He's deep inside

I said I'm waiting
Waiting for a sign
Waiting for something
Got nothing but time