Aimless am I. Listless I'm the blunt of the knife. Drifting to the corners of life Ayla. I could make something right. Gentle with the kindness I'd like. So often it's a trick of the light Ayla. And we wait for love. In the shape of us. Until the wait is over under halcyon skies. Until the wait is over for an innocent life. It's a weight off my mind I could trust you. You could tell me it's fine. I could sew you a stitch and save nine Ayla. None more admired. And out of soft focused desire. From honeyed milk to funeral pyre Ayla. And we'll wait for love. In the shape of us. But the state of us Daedalus. The wait is over under halcyon skies. The wait is over for an innocent life. Until the wait is over under halcyon skies. Until the wait is over for an innocent life. The wait is over. The wait is over. The wait is over