We Who Wait (Live)

We Who Wait (Live) - Adverts

Who wait in the cafe and magazine

Who wait for morning or fag machine

Who leave it all unfinalised

And undecided

We

Who wait in the bus queue and prison cell

Who wait for illness to take its toll

Who wait for God knows what

Sometimes it's not clear to wait

Wait

We who wait

I have been dancing in the penny arcade

I'll hug the symbols of my apathy

And hog the taste of anarchy and animosity

It's any means of escape

For those of us who wait

Who wait in drinking and lost career

Who wait for letter or high summer four

Who want some kind of clue

It's not just two plus two to

We who wait

We who wait

We who wait

We who wait

Wait