Lyrics by Phoebe Sinclair

There was a breath of opportunity,
Laid to waste in the haste.

In the time it took to spin the rhyme,
To write the rhythm,
To counter the words.
The lies of "choice" and the lies of "voice",
Laid the bricks that locked us in...

...so we wait.

It‘s a jack‘s choice,
The candle or the wick?
Jump the flame to swallow,
A tiny bite of nothing,
Can‘t satisfy a hunger,
Burning quick to anger.

A tiny bite of nothing,
Can‘t satisfy a hunger,
Burning quick to anger,
As pain bursts in,
into the place that,
Used to cradle velvet heart...

...so I wait, I wait.

As riddles befuddle me,
In the muddle is a TV:
Quick snatches of the past,
History, dry like yellow pages,
Repeats and breeds a future,
That‘s nothing but the same,
Rights revoked and the fighting.

The crowd outside is screaming,
They‘re scheming revolution.
But inside a collective dreaming,
Weeps, "the loss, the loss..."

...so we wait, we wait.

But I can‘t, I‘m too old to last the cycle,
I won‘t make it to the change.
With my children all in chains,
I‘ll be dying that much sooner.

So we wait for the bell to toll a ringing change,
While the earth, turning, marks our painful years.
As we grasp at a chance to mend our worst mistakes,
And battle for the better.

We wait to break the silence,
To build a stronger brick-by-brick.
Look toward a sweeter grace,
To aid us in our awkward hours.

And we wait to catch our collective breath,
For the heart to halt its battles.
Douse the fire that makes fists of our hands and minds,
Unfolding the truth from lies.
We hope to soothe the burning wanting.
Singing: emancipation, sweet liberation!
Waiting to bring light.

But I can‘t,
I‘m too old to last the cycle,
I won‘t make it to the change.
With my children all in chains,
I‘ll be dying that much sooner.

We hope for the return of a slice of sanity,
But who‘s to say that we deserve it?
It takes two to dance deception:
A fable becomes reality.
The crowd outside is screaming,
They‘re scheming revolution,
And in our ears, you sigh:
"Being is next to buying"
"Time too expensive to keep"
We don‘t need to turn our backs,
For you to measure out the trick.
It‘s a jack‘s choice,
The candle or the wick?
Jump the flame to swallow...
Or jump the candle,
Count your riches,
Pull the wool and be gone.
Pull the wool with my children in chains.

What was once so obvious,
Now seems so unseen.
Acting like choice is "burden".
Reason turns its season,
As the words we lived by molt,
To a color we don‘t recognize,
And to be handed lies.

You act like you‘re so surprised,
But I bet you saw it coming.
I bet you stood there waiting,
As the cloud swallowed you up.
Rumbled down to consume the town,
And good died fighting.
While the undeserving went in peace,
Isn‘t that the story?

Riches crusted ‘round them,
Wrapped up in righteousness.
Wrapped up in the righteousness that wasn‘t theirs to claim.

But I don‘t,
I don‘t want another cycle.
And I‘m ready for a change.
When my children are all set free.
One day...will subside...

...and I wait, I wait.
And you wait, you wait.
And we wait, we wait.

lyrics copyright ©2009 by Phoebe Sinclair