As though perhaps a new life Was opening before me Day of secret fall That is what I don’t like, stop, why that one?
Blown ashore, violent storms Together in a dance of death See yourself dying I hardly remember what you’re looking like
Starving, starving, starving.
Like the empty sockets Eyes that have seen too much Realize Parted very good friends Your fear is to be left alone Can’t stop Waiting for the son
All is fate Those things happen nowadayas Waiting for the son, ya Praying gainst the secret fall, watching all Standing up, what a lie See me what a man I’ll be Watch me what a whore I’m Native son, who’s running lone, eh Happiness abandoned me, what fate, son Waiting for the son Waiting for the pure kid Waiting for the moment when the secret’s done Secret’s done, waiting for the lie Waiting for the son
Lost capacity to take a sane view, Why you choose that one So why you shed tears You’re greatly to blame …about your pride?
Waiting always for the son Waiting for the son Standing the lies What shall become Clinging to that one Waiting for the son
She is calling my name: Aerdt Waiting for the sonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
