She was staring at the ceiling   I was staring at the floor   He was fixed in thought and wonder   Of what lied behind the door      There was a man with little movement   I knew I?d seen him here before   The people with the children were sick to death   And would wait no more      The world, it can?t be moving   It?s been two thousand years or   Have I stopped breathing?   Have I stopped believing?   Believe me, I      He must?ve talked for forever   I think they finally turned away   And I was thinking to myself   I should have plenty more to say      And some were getting very restless   Some were filling up the days   I was hoping that the girl   With the curl would be safe      The world, it can?t be moving   It?s been two thousand years or   Have I stopped breathing?   Have I stopped believing?   Believe me, I      Just want to have the patience of a saint   Who waits at the gate   Please don?t be late      The floors are giving in   The walls are getting thin   The clock is moving slow   My breathing comes and goes      The room is getting small   The sin is growing tall   We wait for the day   We wait for the day      The world, it can?t be moving   It?s been two thousand years or   Have I stopped breathing?   Have I stopped believing?   Believe me, I      Just want to have the patience of a saint   Who waits at the gate   Please don?t be late      She was full of good intentions   I was full with all my greed   He was holding out his hands   As if to give, as if to bleed      There was a man with little substance   I know I?d seen him here indeed   The people with the children spoke so soft   To confess their need      And some are getting hopeless   Some are filling up the days   I am hoping on a promise, on a gift   And so I wait