Turnaround

We all wait for the turnaround. The fall of our despair. For this shrine is sure to drown. As the embers fill the air. Tried to find some meaning in The mess and came up dry. But even though this world Is bleak, you'll always be the Waves upon the shore. And pulverize that common ground. When it's cracked beneath our feet. We all wait for the turnaround. Just a hopeless fantasy. Tried to find some meaning In the mess and came up dry. But even though this world Is bleak, I'll always be the Worm swinging at your door. Tried to find some meaning in The mess and came up dry. But even though this world Is bleak, you'll always be The one Who I adore. Who I adore. I adore.