Waiting Up

There's always something at the end
Applause as it begins again
Trainspotting with a friend
Hunting evolved again

Waiting up
Waiting up, for you

You like to fashion little knives
Slender figure and a dashing sight
Now tell your problems to the bed
Words mean little in your head

Waiting up
Waiting up, for you

You feel the dark is close
It's what you needed the most
Hours past to make a flying path