I can see you standing, waiting, waiting to gonThere's nothing doing, no-one talking, nothing to shownA look in the eye, a way to decide, to work out what's rightnnCos it's easy to slide on the move all the timenI'm sorry I've not made the space to writenThe words never match up the thoughts on my mindnIt's not that I'm leaving, it's just things are changingnnI hope you're holding upnI don't see you too muchnnI can see you standing, waiting to gonThere's doing, no-one talking, nothing to shownI still think it work, the words that we spoke to fix what we brokennLooking for reasons, it's hard to seenWould I change this for you? Or change this for me?