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