Píseň: Waiting For The Son Of Man

Interpret:
Placebo
Album:
B-Sides: 1996–2006
Patience comes to the ugly, not me
Laughter comes to the lucky, not me
People in my head that won't stop talking
Nothing in my dream that isn't creepy crawling


Walking in the park and I think that I'm falling
Swimming in the sea and I think I'll
You guessed it only lifeguards
Only lifeguards packing all the time
Can save me


Waiting
Waiting, waiting
For the son of man
For the son of man


Patience comes to the ugly, not me
Concentration comes to the ugly, not me
Nothing on the box that hasn't been born
No-one in the street that isn't old


Driving in the car and I think that I'm crashing
Swimming in the sea and I think that I'll
You guessed it only lifeguards
Only lifeguards packing all the time
Can save me


Waiting
Waiting, waiting
For the son of man
For the son of man