Blackness All is wrapped in blackness Covered overall Linkers of blackness Can't even see my fingers In front of my eyes Moving like ballet dancers in slow motion And a sound reminding me of Bugle calls Hurricanes my heart into commotion But waiting is never wasted time But waiting is never wasted time Is never waste time Even loneliness is full of life Loneliness is surface full of life Waiting to be discovered Even loneliness is full of life Loneliness is surface full of life Waiting to be discovered Waiting to be discovered Even loneliness is full of lifeč„³4 Waiting To be discovered Even loneliness is full of life Even loneliness is full of life