IceAge it might hit first

Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Under this
There's a restless fear
A vicious change
Tomorrow's tears
A distant light
From an orchid's glow
Seems to be somewhere
Waiting for better times to arrive
Growing
Dreaming
Waiting for better times to arrive
Waiting for better times to arrive
A burning hunger
A hurting thirst
If I wait it might hit first
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting