Waiting for Your Touch Guided by Voices

Step outside you're free to move
To the edge of painless sorrow
Like a pet around the corner
I'll be waiting here tomorrow

For your touch and charades
For your kind, for a dance in time
For to pray, for resurgence
Until repent for this crime

Humility can't kill the fear
Don't mistake this for a bargain
Give me empathetic lines
Twisted around like useless jargon
I've become quite addicted
To this sweet, fleshy prison
And my soul is dust and resin
And I'm waiting here tomorrow
I'm waiting here tomorrow
I'll be waiting here tomorrow