Born On A Sunday

The time is waiting forward to the break of the dawn

My heart is waiting for you beating time ‘til you’re born

I’m waiting on my own

I’m waiting every day

(Imagine Debussy being born again)

I’m waiting to see you

I’m waiting to feel you

I’m waiting to hear you

I’m here waiting

I’m waiting to see you

I’m waiting to feel you

I’m waiting to hear you

I’m here waiting

(One, two, three, four)

Born again

Seems like years

Seems like years

One hundred years

Seems like years

Seems like years

One hundred years

You were born on a Sunday

On a Sunday at dawn

You were born on a Sunday

On a Sunday at dawn