Waiting, waiting. My time is spent
I wait for a better time
I wait until my work is finished
I wait because I'm afraid
And I wish that I would stop waiting
I wish that life could be different
I wish I could be different
I wish I knew how to act
And I wait, and I wish, and I wait.
My time is spent
Oh, how I hurt!
I'm a romantic, you know
Deep inside of me there's this passionate soul
Yearning to pour itself out —
But I'm afraid and I wait and I wait
Wishing and waiting and wishing
Until my heart is filled with melancholy
Alone in the crowd
A misty isle in the raucous of life
A sad, quiet island unknown to man
And I wait, and I wish, and I wait
Until
My time is spent