It´s a Sunday afternoon And I´m sitting up tired to My front, many days have passed While it should have been the Time for us
It´s a someday black night and I´m sitting uninspired somewhere else Hiding my bones, reaching fort the time Well you don´t build a city in a day But in twenty years you should have something And while waiting for the glory days to come I sing a song
Well it´s a Tuesday pure morning I´m waking up, tired to my front Cause I know, there´s a lot of things to think about Like Friday maybe you´ll be there With the needle and thread for broken hearts You´ll fix mine and I´ll fix yours And then we´ll mix them in a love bowl Well, sorry I got carried away But the truth will rise and remain And while waiting for the glory days to come I sing a song
I hope and pray to my god That he will see us two To guide me out of the fog And we meet up in glory days
You don´t build a city in a day But in twenty years you should have something And while waiting for the glory days to come I sing a song