Placebo, Michael Stipe - Broken Promise

We'll rise above this We'll cry about this As we live and learn 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 And I'll wait my turn I'll wait my turn I'll cry about this And hide my cuckold eyes As you come off all concerned And I'll find no solace In your poor apology In your 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 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 Promise is a promise Promise is a promise Promise is a promise A broken promise You were not honest I'll bide my time I'll wait my turn