Unter Ihrem Sitz

With storms outside

All bets are off for a moment's repose

With nature's fury mixed into the air

There's no telling

There's no safe return

I wait under the

Guise of old orders

Just hold until

The nights turn out right

I wait under the

Guise of old orders

Just hold until

The nights get softer

With storms outside

There's no telling

There's no safe return

I wait under the

Guise of old orders

Just hold until

The nights turn out right

(And since these are the signs of men, we can put out the spectre of a master plan)

I wait under the

Guise of old orders

Just hold until

The laws demand a forward motion

Here's a footnote to your deliverance, baby:

We're out of air, out of time, sent to crash down

Here's a footnote to your deliverance, baby

In this vacuum your image gets stronger somehow

Wait

I wait under the

Guise of old orders

Just hold until

Just hold until

I wait under the

Guise of old orders

Just hold until

The laws demand a stab at motion