Wait

Wait, don't go too early

You're tired but everyone's tired

But no one is tired enough

Only wait a little and listen

Music of hair, music of pain

Music of looms waving all our loves again

Be there to hear it

It's your only chance

Hair will become interesting

Pain will become interesting

Second hand gloves

Will become lovely again

Wait, wait for now

Distrust everything if you have to

But trust the hours

Haven't they carried you every?

Where up to now?