He said he would wait until the end
of times would come
He thought at the end: things never turn
the way you want
Try to understand he was afraid
the sound of words are full of empty
space that feel
the air of night
no one comes around
and make you cry
things are always the same

Try to understand he was afraid
the sound of words are full of empty
space that feel
the air of night
no one comes around
and make you cry
things are always the same

He said he would wait until the end
of times would come
He thought at the end: things never turn
the way you want
Try to understand he was afraid
the sound of words are full of empty
space that feel
the air of night
no one comes around
and make you cry
things are always the same