Sixth Man of the Year (Wallflower)

The instant becomes a minute
Then, a minute turns to two
I am standing in the corner
Never knowing what to do
Frozen by the fear
Of endless peril been defined
Hidden in the shadows and I'm running out of time

Why am I running in a thunderstorm
Trying to outrun the rain
Because no matter when it gets me
It always ends the same?
Takes too much to get too little
So, it's time to end the game

Quitely I'm waiting
Keenly waiting for the sign
Ready for the moment
The last chance to make you mine
I'm tired of the panic
The manic, frenzy in my mind
I'm scared of indecision
And it's only half past nine

Don't want to call you baby
Don't want to call you hun
Don't want to call you pet names
To let you know that you're the one

Why am I running in a thunderstorm
Trying to outrun the rain
Because no matter when it gets me
It always ends the same?
Takes too much to get too little
So, it's time to end the game