Wait Songtext
von Andrew Bird

Wait, don′t go too early
You're tired but everyone′s tired
But no one, no one is tired enough
Only wait a little and listen

Music of hair, music of pain
Music of looms weaving all our loves again
Be there to hear it, it's your only chance

You know the hair will become interesting
And pain, pain will become interesting
Second hand gloves
Will become lovely, lovely again


Oh wait, wait for now
Distrust everything if you have to
But trust the hours
Haven't they carried you
Everywhere ′til now

Music of hair, music of pain
Music of looms weaving all our loves again
Be there to hear it and it′s your only chance

Won't you be there to hear it?
It′s your only chance
Won't you be there to hear it?
It′s your only chance