And so I blame you for all these scars and vows Their blackened faces, spitting smiles in holes We knew there'll be a time of spasms and desire We knew there'Il be a time of fever you and me So will you tell me about reasons and their fault? Of bodies swinging from cedars made of salt? We knew there'll be a time of penance and of hatred We knew there'Il be a time of passion, you and me We knew there'll be time Not this time Keep waiting Keep waiting Keep waiting Until the ropes get frail and all the hope comes down Keep waiting Keep waiting Keep waiting Until the ropes get frail and all the hope comes down ♪ Keep waiting Keep waiting Keep waiting Until the ropes get frail and all the hope comes down Keep waiting Keep waiting Keep waiting Until the hopes get frail and all the truth comes down