Waiting for Your Touch
Robert Pollard
Step outside you're free to move
To the edge of painless sorrow
Like a pet around the corner
I'll be waiting here tomorrow
For your touch and charades
For your kind, for a dance in time
For to pray, for resurgence
Until repent for this crime
Humility can't kill the fear
Don't mistake this for a bargain
Give me empathetic lines
Twisted around like useless jargon
I've become quite addicted
To this sweet, fleshy prison
And my soul is dust and resin
And I'm waiting here tomorrow
I'm waiting here tomorrow
I'll be waiting here tomorrow