Michael Tolcher - Waiting Lyrics
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Waiting
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What Are The Lyrics For Waiting By Michael Tolcher?
[Verse 1]
There's anger far behind the things That surface on your mind And bring your spirits down Because of all that comes before the rise and fall It's easier to hold your ground Your steady ground Discovering that over time All the could-of-been's They blow your mind and speak to you And the voice you hear will stay with you Beneath the things you say and do So, let it out Let it out [Chorus] And they're waiting For something to change into something worth waiting for And they're waiting for something to change into something Worth waiting for [Verse 2] There's anger far behind the things That surface one your mind And bring your spirits down, down, down, down, down, down Because of all that comes before the rise and fall Just hold your ground And let it out Somewhere off in the distance, On the other side of your resistance Lies, a peacefull existence It waits What a difference it makes Without boundaries, no limits, no maximum reach No guidelines to follow One promise to each his own Individual A self-destination A wide-open journey On a path to Creation Your life Is happening now [Outro] And they're waiting And they're waiting And they're waiting And they're waiting |
Who Wrote Waiting By Michael Tolcher?
Michael Francis Tolcher
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What's The Duration Of The Waiting By Michael Tolcher?The duration of Waiting is 3:56 minutes and seconds. |
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