Letra de Waiting de Ronna Jones

Standing outside myself waiting for the time
when one of us drops the ball.
right now we're on a spin; one foot out,
one foot in. i can't tell where we will fall.
Who will be the first to leave?
i wait for you..
you wait for me.
Standing poutside myself looking at this life
like a fly sitting on the wall.
i see who we've become; who you aren't and who i'm not. from here i don't know us at all.
Who will be the first to leave?
i wait for you..
you wait for me.
Ah~ah~ah~ah~
Who will be the first to leave?
i wait for you..
you wait for me.
i wait for you...
i wait for you...
i wait for you.