слова песни Sundays - I Can't Wait
ying awake dead of night and eyes that never close
flowers decay - a still life calls for a change
I canЎЇt wait, forever
miles away dead of night and itЎЇs quiet as the grave
when thereЎЇs more in your head than you find in your life
calls for a change
I canЎЇt wait, forever
and the days and the hours and the years
keep turning in my mind
IЎЇve been waiting forever