Besedila: May I Refuse. Seconds Hours Days Years.

trains depart
and when you late they are on time
oh i saw you behind the glass

waiting here for too long
how is strange waiting here for no one
how is strange waiting here for someone you don't know.

I'm waiting here alone
seconds, hours, days, years... alone.
I thought the lonlyness was good to me

I thought the lonlyness was good to me
I'm waiting here
seconds, hours, days, years alone.

(Thanks to paul for these lyrics)