I can’t remember exactly when this longing began
But I know it wasn’t before the day you touched my hand,
Laugh and shout in blissful daze and numbers are exchanged,
But I’m still waiting, yeah, and I’m still waiting
And if my hand could block the sun,
Would we ever wake up?
And if I turned back all these clocks,
Would that be time enough?
So put your hands where I can see them,
And shut your mouth, I know who you are,
In a world void of feeling or heart
I know that we are the torches in the dark
Let’s break this down, let’s make this count,
Let’s leave this one-horse town, no better time than now
“Torches” - Rise Against Revolutions Per Minute