Go to work and take your calls Hang the fruits of your labour on the walls Such precision and care What does it matter if there s no one here to share The flowers in the garden
the wine The Waiting For Godot and so much modern time? All I want is what you want I m always waiting for a red letter day The years perfecting a stance Of measured cool fade into insignificance The moment one starts to understand What on earth does it profit a man? All I want is what you want I m always waiting for a red letter day For something special
somehow new Someone saying "I love you" Baby
I m waiting for that red letter day You can sneer or disappear Behind a veneer of self-control But for all of those who don t fit in Who follow their instincts and are told they sin This is a prayer for a different way All I want is what you want I m always waiting for a red letter day Like Christmas morning when you re a kid Admit you love me and you always did Baby
I m hoping for that red letter day today |
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