It's been turning weeks on end
We're behind on loaves of bread
And I'm calling, weeping for you
Oh they've come to fix the towers
Now a minute lasts an hour
And I'm waiting, weeping for you
Said you're in a balaclava
Said I'll see you oh but I
Don't see a thing
Don't see a thing
Standing by til quarter after
People slip to warmer pastures
I stand here, waiting for you
I still stand here, burning for you
Said you're in a balaclava
Said I'll see you oh but I
Don't see a thing
Don't see a thing
