Wait

Sarah McLachlan

Fumbling Towards Ecstasy

Under a blackened sky, far beyond the glaring streetlights
Sleeping on empty dreams, the vultures lie in wait
You lay down beside me, then you were with me every waking hour
So close, I could feel your breath

When all we wanted was the dream
To have and to hold that precious little thing
Like every generation yields
The new born hope, unjaded by their years

Pressed up against the glass, I found myself wanting sympathy
But to be consumed again, oh, I know would be the death of me
And there is a love that's inherently given, a kind of blindness offered to appease
In that light of forbidden joy, oh, I know I won't receive it

When all we wanted was the dream
To have and to hold that precious little thing
Like every generation yields
The new born hope, unjaded by their years

You know, if I leave you now
It doesn't mean that I love you any less
It's just the state I'm in
I can't be good to anyone else, like this

When all we wanted was the dream
To have and to hold that precious little thing
Like every generation yields
The new born hope, unjaded by their years

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