Next Big Day

Waiting for the Next Big Day
Out of phase I've lost my way
In search of all things sublime
My soul did not keep up with time

It's as if waking up to suddenly understand
After all, things never went as planned
And youth is bound to rot away
In the waiting of the Next Big Day

Waiting for the Next Big Day
Waiting to be blown away
Waiting for the time to bend
Waiting for the first of ends

But there's a place that can only be found
When one to but nothing is bound
A glade below the great and tall
Appearing but before those who fall

A still chaos, dark and dear yet serene
Revealing the sacred in-between
Found but in the times of rain
When there is nothing to retain

Waiting for the Next Big Day
Waiting to be blown away
Waiting for the time to bend
Waiting for the first of ends

Waiting for the Next Big Day
Waiting to be blown away
Waiting for the time to bend
Waiting for the first of ends

Waiting for the Next Big Day
I am out of phase I've lost my way
In search of all things sublime
My soul did not keep up with time

Waiting for the Next Big Day



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Hulten
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