How many of us are waiting for tomorrow's sun?

Just to be disappointed in the pale moon's glow.

How many of us are waiting for the ship that we saw just the other day?

But turned before we got a second chance at life.

How many of us are waiting for the snow's cold haze?

Even blind, we can still hear them scream.

How many of us are waiting for the sun's warm rays?

I'm still waiting.

Alone.