We’re waiting, waiting for the universe. For the sign. To come and let us change. We’re waiting and tired of waiting.
When will the time come? Don’t you know we’re all waiting for that happen? Maybe the universe busy. Maybe there’s no sign in the first place
Deep down you know it for certain. We’re waiting. We’re waiting for nothing. No universe, no sign, no us. Just nothing. All along.
Maybe all we need is a sign. A sign that telling us there’s no sign. Let things happen and fuck universe. Let us alone.
Let us decide what’s going to be next. Maybe we’ll be together, maybe we grow apart. All I know for sure is we’re not on the same page.
There’s no sign. Universe laughing. And us? Here we are standing. Deciding and waiting. Nothing, nothing and nothing.
You’re leaving, I’m staying. After all we’re on different page. Nothing. There’s no such a thing like sign. That’s why we’re waving.
Goodbye it seems. And nothing holds us back. Because after all we’re not on the same page. Praying, loving, and wishing won’t do anything.