There's a little wanting in my chest,
but more, hesitation
to make the first step.
I look down and inside,
there's a little wanting in my chest,
saying ''go, go''
but hesitation whispers ''no, no, no, no''
There's a little bit of hope left in my eyes,
maybe more cold to make me wait on hold.
I look up in the air and
there's a little bit of hope in my eyes
saying go go
but my thoughts are freezing me and I wait on hold, on hold
Why are the eyes wanting to go, the blue, asking to go,
But my hands are staying still,
My mouth is shut.