Ik heb even mee zitten typen met het nummer. Ik hoop dat er niet teveel schoonheidsfoutjes in zitten:
Waiting for the end
This summer heartbeat is the last
It shivers, then it’s gone
Now the days are moving fast
I’ve been waiting here too long
I’ve seen the teardrops turn to frost
Reminding me of what I lost
I’ve seen it all before
I played your little games,
I fought in all your wars
They always end the same,
I won’t fight you anymore
There’s nothing to defend
My back’s against the wall
I’m waiting for the end
Just waiting for the end.
We move in circles, we don’t speak
There’s nothing left to say
I may look strong but I feel so weak
Now the silence is here to stay
It’s in our heart, it’s in our heads
Right between us in our beds
I’ve seen it all before
I played your little games,
I fought in all your wars
They always end the same,
I won’t fight you anymore
There’s nothing to defend
My back’s against the wall
I’m waiting for the end
Just waiting for the end.
I’m waiting for the end
I’m waiting for the end
I’ve seen it all before
I played your little games,
I fought in all your wars
They always end the same,
I won’t fight you anymore
No I won’t take the blame
My back’s against the wall
I’m waiting for the end
I’m waiting for the end
I’m waiting for the end
I’m waiting for the end
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.
But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people, for they dream their dreams with open eyes, and make them come true.