He Who Waits Here Is To Become Part Of The Mud

Give it up, and slowly walk again, unfold...

I see a message of life,
That I dream, he once had before,
Hiding inside; it clearly reads:
"He who waits here will become part of the mud."

I saw eye to eye (I saw eye to eye)
I understand the best I could,
Lay me on the floor (Lay me on the floor)
Take me through the door.

Giving up, and slowly walk again.
Unfold to me, unfold to me, unfold…

I see a message of life,
That I dream, he once had before,
Hiding inside; it clearly reads:
"He who waits here will become part of the mud."
Part of the mud…

I see a message of life,
That I dream, I once had before,
Hiding inside; it clearly reads:
"If I wait here, I'll become part of the mud…"