Waiting In The Shadows In The Dead Of Night - Little Comets

It’s like a fire,

This crucial touch,

That holds me here,

Expects so much.

In this regard,

You tie me down.

I will be waiting,

Waiting for us.

In 50, or 60,

She’ll leave me,

Completely.

And one of us will

Coldly hold the other’s hand.

No metaphor for this

That I can understand.

Show me some love

For fire,

This crucial touch,

That holds me here,

Expects so much.

In this regard

No girlish charm

I will be waiting,

Waiting for us.

We’ll be waiting in the shadows

In the dead of night

She held me,

And swayed me.

«Remember me daily.»

And all that will remain

Of us is photographs.

No metaphor for this

that i can understand.

Show me

This love of fire,

This crucial touch,

That holds me near,

Expects so much.

No disregard

Will tie me down.

I will be waiting,

Waiting for us.

We’ll be waiting in the shadows

In the dead of night

It’s like a fire,

That holds me here.

In this regard,

You tie me down.

I will be waiting

Waiting for us.