Each weekend is another exercise In debauchery and chasing what's unwise The weeks go by and I'm clocking up the hours One by one, I'm losing all my secret powers
And I'm waiting for them to return So I can call you and convince you to come home Still I'm waiting for them to return So I can call you and convince you to come home with me
It's not a case of warming just my bed Though I'm hopeless even if that is my aim Please forget about the stupid things I said To show you I'm the loneliness behind my name
Still I'm waiting for you to return So I can call you and convince you to come home Yeah I'm waiting for tables to turn So I can take your hand and ask you to roam with me
We're two halves of a whole It's been two days And to have and to hold could go two ways But I think I already know Yes I already know Which way
*muthafukkin sax solo*
Still I'm waiting for them to return Secret powers that'll win me the crown As thin candles continue to burn Light my way through the darkness on the edge of this town