Story Behind The Song
I've always prided myself on my patience. This is just an ode to it.
Song Description
A song about patience and resolve, in the face of despair
| Song Length |
4:59 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Rock - Modern |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Composed |
Subject |
Will |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
(Timing must be fine)
I can wait so long it scares me?
(Willful, by design)
That I have that kind of patience?
(Handsome, but not mine)
That I never will grow weary?
(I will never shine)
That my lamps are trimmed ...
And burning, alone and with no rest.
I must be made of metal.
No flesh could be this rigid.
No eyes could keep this vigil,
Or find hope where hope is ...
Long dead, alone and with no rest.
It?s long dead and singularly blessed.
I?m wide awake,
As long as this might take?
A near-religious zeal
For a duty I can?t shake.
Oh, the enemy is passion,
And the allies, simply traitors.
In truth, I have no friends to speak of.
But my lamps are trimmed ...