Besedila: Poor Old Lu. The Waiting Room. Now.

Don't dream of hours gone by
Of seconds came and spent
Don't wish on distant stars
Of worlds come and went
(Oh, what do I see?)

Tripping through the moments
(And to my shame)
I've longed for years and months and days
(And days)

Don't wait for cloudless skies
When the sun breaks in between
Don't hope on fruitless things
What's in our hands, on what is seen
(Oh, what do I see?)

Don't swim in drowning grief
Anticipating the despair
Don't choke the seeds of joy
Give them life and give them air
(Oh, what do I see?)

Tripping through the moments
(And to my shame)
I've longed for years and months and days
(And days)
Since I held the hands
(That bore my shame)
I count the years and months and days
(And days)