Testo Eleventh Hour

Liquid sky at the eleventh hour As I sit here I watch the clouds crash like waves I don't want to expect anything from you Is it tomorrow, is it tomorrow Waiting and the colors fading into different shades of gray There's a quiet stillness in the air Before the storm breaks Is it tomorrow yet Won't you save me Save me from drowning in liquid sky And so I'll just sit and wonder what happened to today...