Movement - Marcus Foster

Well at night I drank the cold into the room

With a ragged face sitting on a chair

And I can’t catch the floor

All the days that I am nothing but the silent stare

And the timing was just right

For a tumble in your eyes

Quietly a stumble sets a fire in the sky

Yes and I’m still waiting for you movement

to slow down

Yes and I’m still waiting for your movement

to slow down

Well the race was putting on a sense of wonder that you can’t be seen

There are traces of the tears

Rolling down the side of an empty stream

The water in the shadows where fallen pray to fall

Thought the light had hit the stair but it was bouncing off the wall

Yes and I’m still waiting for your movement to slow down

Yes and I’m still waiting for your movement to slow down

I don’t know how it is to walk around

Forgetting how to drown out all the speed

It is so hard to catch the spot between

The feeling in your blood and what you need… what you need now

A thousand bells can start to ring

The sounds within your heart

You could spend your lifetime building something made to fall apart

But I’m still waiting for your movement to slow down

Yes and I’m still waiting for your movement to slow down

I said now, I’m still, still waiting for your movement to slow down