Lyrics:

They all think I'm waiting,
But I'm just painting a picture of what everything means to me.

They all think I'm waiting,
But I'm just painting a picture of what it all means to me-- a picture of infinity.


I don't know what I've been told,
I'm never going to get old. 
Forever young till the day I die,
Won't give one when I'm eighty-five.

Chasing instincts, but mostly dreams, 
I don't really care if its all what it seems
......They think I'm waiting.

And maybe somethings
are not necessarily necessary
But from herbs to ashes, I wanna be freeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

They all think I'm waiting,
But I'm just painting a picture of what everything means to me--- a picture of infinity.

Not Waiting

WinterBees