I know it's there

Im waiting for my next score

It's cold outside but I'm still waiting

I'm on the floor it's half past 4

I'm clinging sicking on the curtain 

I'm on my own living room

It's nice but it's not Molly's chambers

I'm waiting for O my Lord

pick me up off the pavement

I'm in a hole a dirty low

But I'm still dreaming of the city 

I'm waiting for God to come

I know he's there but I cant hear Him

To drag me up to break the hatred

Of my own self - everyone else

I see the moon but it is waning 

And pick me up off the pavement 

We wanted more but we got sold

Neo Liberal ideology

They said God is dead have this instead

I'm so cynical I'm not the spiritual

I'm waiting for anything at all 

I know it's there but I cant feel a thing

I hope its there cos I can't feel a thing