Текст песни Bag of Bones - sacred geometry

staring out your window waiting for a change
a car to pull into your driveway
a means to escape

afraid of what's on the other side of the door that you can't seem to face
an image in the doorway, faded, but you recognize my shape

and i'm still standing here
it's not fair, i wanted happiness
but i'll settle for whatever feels the closest