duet with Michael Stipe of REM

They rise above the hills
They cry about this
As we live in hope
A broken promise
I was not honest
Now I watch as tables turn
And you're singing

I'll wait my turn
To tear inside you
Watch you burn
I'll wait my turn
I'll wait my turn

I'll cry about this
And hide my cuckled eyes
As you come off all concerned
And I'll find no solace
In your poor apology
And you'll regret that sounds absurd
And keep singing

I'll wait my turn
To tear inside you
Watch you burn
And I'll wait my turn
To terrorize you
Watch you burn
And I'll wait my turn
I'll wait my turn

And this is a promise
Promise is a promise
Promise is a promise
Promise is a promise

And I'll wait my turn
To tear inside you
Watch you burn
I'll wait my turn
I'll wait my turn

A broken promise
You were not honest
I'll bide my time
I'll wait my turn