I think that four never waits for three
I guess that three has never waited for two
You follow that numeric example
The difference is that here I wait for you
Anyway, a bit more time, what does it matter
Life has already lent me more
Even the worst one, I think, gets one
Your heads pressed together
Everything that he whispers to you
Because his words are mine
I think that Monday never waits for Sunday
It has never waited for me either
Like a mountain, mountains don't feel
They don't feel pain, they don't feel emptiness, no
I really think that I deserve it
Your heads pressed together
Everything that he whispers to you
Because his words are mine