It's half past eight, and I'm waiting

In a beautiful place

Anticipating everything we'll do

And all we'll say.

Till your father sees you again



Now I don't know just what you're doing

Is it me or him

That you're screwing?

But I don't care and you don't care

When you're here



Now the storm is here

I see you running

Your face full of tears.

So red and burning

And I can't work out

How you spend

Another day with him



Just say the word

You know I'll do it

I'm waiting for you

Just let me do it

And we can run away to another place.

Less full of fear.