Sinombre - Seven lyrics

Waging a war of wills against time Staring down the face that hides behind hands Always running behind those hands I will cut them leave time blind But I'm still behind Isn't all the waiting for Some great reward Or am I waiting Just waiting Dawn goes down to grey Oh joy another phlegm sky day If I worked it all away Would I know what to do With these hands What would I find Isn't all the waiting for Some great reward Or am I waiting Just waiting Waiting to die