Woke up late on a Sunday morning, afternoon
Nothing to do but laze around.
Maybe I'll make myself some coffee pretty soon
Maybe I'll just flick on the news.
And I know that you're waiting in a bar
With your hair made up and your eyes lighting up.
Woke with an unusual feeling, sort of guilt
Such a strange day in such an ordinary place.
Take my time walking through my corridor
Counting pieces with my feet on the floor.
And I know that you're waiting in a bar
For the rest of your life for someone to arrive.
Nothing to do but laze around.
Maybe I'll make myself some coffee pretty soon
Maybe I'll just flick on the news.
And I know that you're waiting in a bar
With your hair made up and your eyes lighting up.
Woke with an unusual feeling, sort of guilt
Such a strange day in such an ordinary place.
Take my time walking through my corridor
Counting pieces with my feet on the floor.
And I know that you're waiting in a bar
For the rest of your life for someone to arrive.