Текст песни Waiting through the afternoon

Contagious, like the rhythm of a record through my mind Played slowly to emphasize the condition of a dead line. So hopeless so let the record play on and on and on... Can I speak? Can I speak now? Without a voice to call my own I'm left walk these streets alone, Waiting through the afternoon again. Time can't get the best of me. Surely I will never be Waiting through the afternoon again. Don't rush it, Cause I'm not living my one life without danger. (The stakes it takes making what we make giving up to the page) and then I'm Left waiting, Let the record play on and on and on... Can I speak? Can I speak now? Without a voice to call my own I'm left walk these streets alone, Waiting through the afternoon again. Time can't get the best of me. Surely I will never be Waiting through the afternoon again. Can I speak? Can I speak now? Without a voice to call my own I'm left walk these streets alone, Waiting through the afternoon again. Time can't get the best of me. Surely I will never be Waiting through the afternoon again.