And as my nights turn darker
and the hope to survive gruffer — I got nothing to do but be still.
As the stony winds hit my skin,
and my trembling bones flutter — I got nothing to do but be still.
Got no more moves to dance
No song to sing through the night
Just a still-beating heart, no land in sight
but heart beating hard, still.
I got nothing to do but be still.
So I’ll be still.
Still waiting,
Still praying,
Still breathing,
‘Till I see you again.
Cause I’ve got nothing
to do but be still.
