We wait and we wait with our breath still abated.
Every still second of silence is weighted.

The phone does not ring, it just sits there so still.
And time it drags on, our wish unfulfilled.

We sit here so quiet while in our own minds
We just want to rage and to ashes we grind

Every spec if this horrible tension.
We're stuck in this cliffhanger waiting suspension.

Fingers they tap out a rhythm on knees.
Time isn't slowing, it just seems to freeze.

We think we hear ringing so with grateful tears
We run to the phone that played tricks on our ears.

But that sound was nothing, a sad, desperate hope,
A trick of our minds, a way we can cope.

And so we continue to sit there until
We hear the loud sound of the phones saving trill.

But way deep inside us to madness we're going.
We're stuck in this silent, cruel world of not knowing.

Not stable not sure as the time it drags on.
We wait and we wait, sitting until dawn.

Instead of rings hear each chattering tooth.
We don't want to face the plain, horrible truth.

There's nothing there's nothing there is no phone call
We'll sit and we'll stare at these four glaring walls

We'll be waiting and waiting until we all burst
Or Earth comes to an end; whichever comes first.