Letra de Waiting Up

There's always something at the end Applause as it begins again Trainspotting with a friend Hunting evolved again Waiting up Waiting up, for you You like to fashion little knives Slender figure and a dashing sight Now tell your problems to the bed Words mean little in your head Waiting up Waiting up, for you You feel the dark is close It's what you needed the most Hours past to make a flying path