Waiting for the Fall - Ashbury Heights

It’s easy to reach sub zero

Because I am so conveniently low

It’s easy to gravitate downward

One of these days it’s the only way to go

Come on now pick your poison

Come on and pain a picture

Create and then destroy

The memories of grand conjecture

Waiting for the night to take us home

Because we have no business in the sun

Waiting for the fall to take us down

Because we have no summer of our own

Waiting for the night

I seem to be heading this way

Because I guess it’s lacking in friction

I keep accelerating

Despite never really having any direction

I’m prone to catastrophic

Results and inner workings

Come on and board the sinking

Ship of fools and excess thinking