Believe by the Bravery

Faces all around me,
They’ll smile they just crack.
Waiting for a ship to come,
And a ship is not coming back,
We do our time not having sententious.
What are we sating for?
What are we sating for?

There’s a smell of stale fear .
And it’s drinking from our skins,
The drinking never stops because the drink’s of ourselves.
We sit and throw roots into the frond.
What are we waiting for?
What are we waiting for?

So give me something to believe,
Cause I am living just to breathe.
And I need something more,
To keep on breathing for,
So give me something to believe

Oehoeh oehoeh oeh
Oehoeh oehoeh

Something is always coming.
You can hear it in the ground.
It swells into the air with a rising rising sound.
And never comes what shakes the boys.
And ride always out the door.
So, what are we waiting for?
What are we waiting for?

Copyright© the Bravery 2008