My sneakers squeak as I walk down the white hallway.
That pungent, chemical smell is making me sway.
Beds move all around, from side to side - up and down,
And when I reached the hallway's end suddenly I found…

Those bodies lying on the bed just stare up at the sky.
No matter that the date has changed, the days just don't go by.
And even though it's clean and all I hear the raspy breaths.
And bit by bit the life just goes, and I'm waiting for their deaths.

So, wait and wait, and dream a bit.
The end will come on soon.
And even as they cannot sit
You're shooting for the moon.
You want them to survive.
You want them to stay alive.

Against the yellow pillow, their skin is white and bruised.
I think I've seen this stain before – this outfit has been used.
I know that once upon a time, someone else just lay and died.
I told them that everything was great. I won't deny – I lied.

Somewhere out there, it's happening, but here I'm just praying.
Despite bad news at first I'd like to think they're improving.
And I listen to the sound of respirators, and I hide.
I wish that I was two again, and make this leave my mind.

So, wait and wait, and dream a bit.
The end will come on soon.
And even as they cannot sit
You're shooting for the moon.
You want them to survive.
You want them to stay alive.

And up and down the stairs I go, just to say hello.
You think by now I'd learn to smile – you think by now I'd grow.
But even as time passes, nothing seems to change.
And with every day that comes and goes, I just get more pain.

At every hallway, there's an end – every hallway has a door.
At some point every tenant knows that the time has come to go.
I'm waiting, waiting, praying that that day will take its time.
But I'm old enough to know, that in the end…

So, wait and wait, and dream a bit.
The end will come on soon.
And even as they cannot sit
You're shooting for the moon.
You want them to survive.
You want them to stay alive.

And you're trying, trying not to cry.


Dedicated to my grandmother