It's fading much faster now Soul's in need of a little turnaround I need a recess I need an interlude From this waiting This breathing room So in focus so in tune But too misled to be excused To hide behind a weak defense Of this bitter taste That I left upon your lenient mind quickly turning into spite I am paralyzed in shame To yield the way I was today But in this waning light there's No mysteries No enigmas No entangling webs Wrapped around this idle time It comes in like a flood No debates No vain suspicions It's when the day retires What remains What's being denied So in focus so in tuned but too misplaced to be removed My ambitions never leave much room to think about these things Of all my wasted aptitude In my aimless, blind pursuits My intentions never leave much room for me Much less for you But in this waning light there's No mysteries No enigmas No entangling webs Wrapped around this idle time It comes in like a flood No debates No vain suspicions It's when the day retires What remains What's being denied? My angel brings to me a waterfall For tonight I am consumed She faces east praying the sun will calm her restless heart confused I am aware But show no concern It only feeds this disarray I am aware I am afraid