Oceans of Blood

If all the blood in all the hearts
of all the lonely people in this world ran together,
it’d make an ocean so deep and so red,
that we could no longer disregard
the obvious need for dry land
or make excuses in our heads.
And I would bet that none of us
wants any of the rest of us to know
just exactly how alone we feel.
But what if fear was the jailer here?
And to speak our hearts
the only key to unlock ourselves?
then what would we do?
What would we do?
What are we waiting for?
What are we waiting for?
For someone else to first admit it?
Is that what we’re waiting for?
What are we waiting for?
What are we waiting for?
'Cause the perfect moment’ll never come.
Is that what we’re waiting for?
Pride is proud of reputations,
resumes, and artificial scores.
Is that we want?
'Cause we’re holding on with tightened fists
like it’s gonna make a difference.
let it go. Just let it go.
What are we waiting for?
What are we waiting for?
For someone else to first admit it?
Is that what we’re waiting for?
What are we waiting for?
What are we waiting for?
'Cause the perfect moment’ll never come.
Is that what we’re waiting for?
What are we waiting for?
What are we waiting for?
For someone else to first admit it?
Is that what we’re waiting for?
What are we waiting for?
What are we waiting for?
'Cause the perfect moment’ll never come.
Is that what we’re waiting for?