Screeching finger nails across the room Desperate clawing in the dirt Scratching spacemen on the cavern walls Searching for the second word I don’t know what I’m waiting for Am I dreaming, did it die a long time ago? Ch: Paralysed – Waiting for the shot between the eyes I’m waiting for the time to come to set me free Don’t be frightened of the mysteries I remember what she saw The night is still and calm, the stars are bright Like the calm before the storm We’re in the eye of the hurricane And I wish the skies would crack and the rains come on down Ch: Paralysed – Waiting for the shot between the eyes (Sullivan 1980)
