This delay is what you gave me   But that was fine   Cause I would rather wait   Than go down that road   The road I know so well   Like mud or quicksand   I was stuck but now I'm in your hand      Is it getting cold   I could try to move it more   Are we getting old   I don't notice anymore      And what about the bones   Hidden in a box   If everything I owned   Turned this into rocks      Is this getting close   I could try to move it more   Are we going home   I can't stay here anymore      And how long will this go   Until it changes   How long before you know    That I love you   And how long til it goes   And turns to nothing