Andrew McCormack - The Waiting Game Lyrics

The Waiting Game

Temperature is higher
The phoenix does not rise from this flame Comes as no surprise then
When she can't play the waiting game Taking more than giving
While watching it all melt away Conversation's ending
Cos she can't play the waiting game
No she won't play the waiting game Wilder than the weather
Our open eyes still blind to the signs
Not much time to wise up
The melting ice, the rising tides
And temperatures still rising
Rising, rising, rising, rising
Rising, rising, rising, rising
Rising, rising, rising, rising
Rising, rising, rising, rising