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
