Stirrup

I waited for the bus to stop
I waited for the bomb to drop

I could sit around all day
And fade away or radiate with [?]

I waited for the world to change your point of view
I waited for the time to vanish into you

Pretty things up in a row
When everything is just for show
No, I can't begin to

Stop your words for the first time and I waited for the
Stop your car, come on, get out and face the truth

Sitting in the saddle
Or standing in the stirrup

I waited for the bus to stop
I waited for the bomb to drop