Patience, darling, wait for the night Darkness comes and love comes alive I've been right here dreaming of you Waiting for my man on the moon I can't compete with the stars in the sky I'm invisible, invisible I open the window to clear up my mind Dark

I'm waiting patiently And I'll wait for the sign When the Zetas fill the skies Fully loaded satellites Will conquer nothing but our minds Open the skies over me I am waiting patiently I'll wait for a sign As conspiracy unwind

I never saw it coming You wanna take me away Don't let it be for nothing before we get carried away Before we get carried away, yeah Stare at the window All by myself Jaded and waiting for some kinda miracle, yeah

Red sun go down way over dirty town Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals A girl is there high heeling across the square Wind blows around in her hair and the flaqs upon the poles Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light She looks around to find a

Blank face in the windowpane Made clear in seconds of light Disappears and returns again Counting hours, searching the night Might be waiting for someone Might be there for us to see Might be in need of talking Might be staring directly at me Inside

I’ll be flicking stones at your window I’ll be waiting outside 'til you’re ready to go Won’t you come down? Come away with me I’ll be waiting, waiting on a brand new day Just think of all the places we could be Think of all the places we could be Well

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone

See the photograph on an empty wall Pictures of a life I can't call my own I need a love that won't do me wrong Waiting for the sound of a false alarm The pictures all that I know See the photograph Are the pictures real? Wake me up from the long way

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone