Waiting for the Son - Pink Turns Blue

As though perhaps a new life

Was opening before me

Day of secret fall

That is what I don’t like, stop, why that one?

Blown ashore, violent storms

Together in a dance of death

See yourself dying

I hardly remember what you’re looking like

Starving, starving, starving

Like the empty sockets

Eyes that have seen too much

Realize

Parted very good friends

Your fear is to be left alone

Can’t stop

Waiting for the son

All is fate

Those things happen nowadayas

Waiting for the son, ya

Praying gainst the secret fall, watching all

Standing up, what a lie

See me what a man I’ll be

Watch me what a whore I’m

Native son, who’s running lone, eh

Happiness abandoned me, what fate, son

Waiting for the son

Waiting for the pure kid

Waiting for the moment when the secret’s done

Secret’s done, waiting for the lie

Waiting for the son

Lost capacity to take a sane view

Why you choose that one

So why you shed tears

You’re greatly to blame

…about your pride?

Waiting always for the son

Waiting for the son

Standing the lies

What shall become

Clinging to that one

Waiting for the son

She is calling my name:

Aerdt

Waiting for the son