It´s a Sunday afternoon

and I´m sitting up tired to 

my front, many days have passed

while it should have been the

time for us



It´s a someday black night and

I´m sitting uninspired somewhere else

hiding my bones, reaching fort the time

Well you don´t build a city in a day

but in twenty years you should have something

and while waiting for the glory days to come

I sing a song



Well it´s a Tuesday pure morning 

I´m waking up, tired to my front 

cause I know, there´s a lot of things to think about

like Friday maybe you´ll be there

with the needle and thread for broken hearts

You´ll fix mine and I´ll fix yours 

and then we´ll mix them in a love bowl

Well, sorry I got carried away

but the truth will rise and remain

and while waiting for the glory days to come

I sing a song



I hope and pray to my god

that he will see us two 

to guide me out of the fog

and we meet up in glory days



You don´t build a city in a day

but in twenty years you should have something 

and while waiting for the glory days to come

I sing a song