Sitting on the edge of the planet
I can’t see you but I see you’re good
I see the fields and I know they’re big
They can’t contain you
I want to see the victory
Knowing it’s in your hands
I hear whispers of your song
Oh, teach me the melody
You make things clearer for me
But I still won’t understand
But I will wait for you
More than the watchman for the morning
More than the watchman for the morning
I will hope in you
