from a taxi on an overpass in the mist-up of the windscreen glass and the dull streaks of rain and I recognise something like pain
I keep on waiting on the turbulence to pass I've got no means of knowing anything will last I don't know much just the taste of your heart
in the quickstep of the evening rush in the swelter of the human crush and the madness transpires all my thoughts of you are simple desires
I keep on waiting on the turbulence to pass I've got no means of knowing anything will last I don't know much just the taste of your heart
one day I'm gonna wake up and find you one day I'm gonna sit up and see you home one day I'm gonna wake up and find you one day I'm gonna sit up and see you gone
I keep on waiting on the turbulence to pass I've got no means of knowing anything will last I don't know much just the taste of your heart