I’ve been waitin on the other side, for your friends to leave
So I don’t have to hide, I prefer they didnt know
So I’ve been waiting on the other side, for your friends to go
I’ve been sliding down a slippery slope, I’ve been climbing
Up a slowly burning rope, but the flame is getting low
I’ve been waitin’ on the other side, for your friends to go
You never need to worry about me, I’ll be fine on my own
Someone else can worry about me
I’ve spent alot of time on my own
I’ve spent alot of time on my own
I’ve been waitin till the danger past, I don’t know
How long the storm is gonna to last, if we’re gonna carry on
I’ll been waiting on the other side, till your friends are gone
Won’t tell me what I wanna know
I’ll be waiting on the other side, for your friends to go
(solo)
Someone else can worry about me
I’ve spent alot of time on my own
I’ve spent alot of time on my own
I’ve been waiting on the other side
For your friends to leave so I don’t have to hide
I prefer they didnt know
So I’ve been waiting on the other side, for your friends to go
I’ve been waiting on the other side
I’ve been waiting on the other side, for your friends to go
Kay Eiffel: As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be ok. Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren’t any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true. And, so it was, a wristwatch saved Harold Crick.(via imgTumble)» Stranger Than Fiction (2006) (dir. Marc Forster)
