Waiting for the hour, the minute, the second. Can feel it. being lonely five days a week. Houses passing by as far as my eyes can see. The slow pace of travel makes me sad. Empty spaces around me, vacant seats, no escape. A lonely journey back to the centre of my world. Light up my life with a weekend spark, The reason to wait for tomorrow's sunrise. Believing in true destiny and living it every day. Open arms, tears-filled eyes, my joy waits here. Waiting for the hour, the minute, the second. What I need is so close, yet in a faraway land. Like a distant paradise slowly closing its colourful gates. Can feel it. Being lonely five days a week. Never thought those dark and cold nights could be survived. Smiles, talks and crowded cellars cannot light me up. There are so many beautiful mornings and seasons ahead. Sharing nights, days, silence, joys and troubles. So many empty spaces waiting to be filled together. Hope it always stays this way, because sharing is a life itself. Hold my heart before it bursts from my chest. Waiting for the hour, the minute, the second. What I need is so close, yet in a faraway land. Like a distant paradise slowly closing its colourful gates. Can feel it. being lonely five days a week. Arms reaching out to show what you mean to me. The distance stays, and falling feels so easy. In a moment, everything turns as cold as the night. Dreams are still filled with memories of us. Every road ahead carries a trace of your presence. What is needed is something simple... forever together. Waiting for the hour, the minute, the second. What I need is so close, yet in a faraway land. Like a distant paradise slowly closing its colourful gates. Can feel it. being lonely five days a week. _______________________ Original Lyrics by deNiyo © All rights reserved.
