Watching and waitingnDoes anybody feel this feeling resounding and pounding behind my eyes?nEveryone's so beautifulnI've been rendered miserable by the feeling darkening my skiesnnBroken things and smoking wingsnAngels surrounding everythingnI'm caught up in this stupid game againnSpirits fly almost every nightnEverything's in black and whitenAnd I give into it everything I amnnOh! I really have to gonEven though I love you sonI hope that you will never know what I dream aboutnAnd you really don't know how I donBut here someday very soonnI'll make vocal what you couldn't figure outnnI don't want anything more than the glow of your sweat-lined skinnI've worn my eye sockets sore watching you bared and writhing in my head againnnI'm not ashamed to feel this waynI've dealt with it everyday for one year, five months, and changenI've felt it allnI'll improvise with hidden lies, paper cranes, and indirect eyesnBut patience is the only one that I'll pull offnnAnd I'll never confess in my lifenSomewhere between black and whitenI'll risk it only when I know that I can't dienAnd here is where I reveal my fearnIt's never knowing you, my dearnLike your god never knows the answer why