In the insanity inducing tedium of the waking daylight hours,
I watch the clock and tally the minutes until I sleep,
Waiting—waiting for the setting of the daylight hours.
The sun upon my face and the breeze through the flowers,
Cannot hold back the anxiety consuming until I count sheep,
In the insanity inducing tedium of the waking daylight hours.
The grinding despair of employ that sours,
Makes me wish for the dark and respite when I sleep,
Waiting—waiting for the setting of the daylight hours.
But still—your face in the sun and the perfume of the flowers,
Stops the incessant clock that encumbers my soul deep,
In the insanity inducing tedium of the waking daylight hours.
When my arms find your warmth like sunny showers,
Cast away are the dark and consuming thoughts that creep,
Waiting—waiting for the setting of the daylight hours.
Stay now and let this life be ours,
In my company forever you’ll keep,
In the insanity inducing tedium of the waking daylight hours.
Waiting—waiting for the setting of the daylight hours.