Ayla - The Maccabees

Aimless am I

Listless I’m the blunt of the knife

Drifting to the corners of life

Ayla

I could make something right

Gentle with the kindness I’d like

So often it’s a trick of the light

Ayla

And we wait for love

In the shape of us

'Til the wait is over under halcyon skies

The wait is over for an innocent life

It’s a weight off my mind

I could trust you, you could tell me it’s fine

I could sew you a stitch and save nine

Ayla

None more admired and

Out of soft focused desire

From honeyed milk to funeral pyre

Ayla

Ayla

And we’ll wait for love

In the shape of us

But the state of us

Daedalus

The wait is over under halcyon skies

The wait is over for an innocent life

The wait is over under halcyon skies

The wait is over for an innocent life

The wait is over, the wait is over

The wait is over