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

 [bad word] 
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

 [bad word] 

And are you caught between the lines
Did no one see you fall behind

 [bad word]