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She dreams china white behind her eyes of china blue
Her future wrapped in velvet and her memories wrapped in warm cotton
Wool
And the coffee grounds
Are burying the hours that she killed
In another murder of a day
Her patience starts to crumble
Like a rock that turns to sand
And time breaks down to seconds
When youre waiting, waiting on a man, waiting on a man
Shes checking out the doorway while shes checking out the guy
Whose drunk imagination is climbing up the ladder of her silk clad thigh
And the cigarettes
Are burning up the hours that she killed
In another murder of a day
Her patience starts to crumble
Like a rock that turns to sand
And time breaks down to seconds
When youre waiting, waiting on a man, waiting on a man, waiting on a
Man
It seems so long since yesterday
The time goes by so slow
When youre waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show
She shivers in a cold sweat that shes trying to ignore,
As she wraps her shaking fingers round the loose change by the phone,
She needs him more than shell admit and more than others need to know,
She hopes the knots that tie her stomach are only butterflies,
The time goes by so slow
When youre waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show.
She prays that no one pays attention
As she punches out the call,
As she fumbles with the number
That the panic still doesnt show,
She prays the lights stay green all night
She prays the traffic doesnt slow,
And that the knots that tie her stomach are only butterflies,
Only butterflies, fly by every day
While youre waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show
There he stands behind the door,
She reaches for her coat to go,
And she wanders away in a dream
She wanders away to a dream
She threads her way home through the neon washed alleyways
She flirts with the shadows and skirts round the victims
Of a night thatll sleep through the day
That casts out its refugees and throws out its debris,
She turns the key in a lock to a fairytale world
That she guards with her ghosts of faithful familiars
Who attend to her shrine in the patchwork cathedral
Observing the ritual with silent compassion and prayers
On the candlelit edges of a tightening circle
She arranges the photographs faded and yellowing
The memories left of her friends and her family
Respectfully turned to the wall
She turns up the sound on a second hand radio
And drowns out the noise of the world that she lives in
Her conscience her witness her life is her courtroom
And the man she left waiting is waiting to murder a day
Her future wrapped in velvet and her memories wrapped in warm cotton
Wool
And the coffee grounds
Are burying the hours that she killed
In another murder of a day
Her patience starts to crumble
Like a rock that turns to sand
And time breaks down to seconds
When youre waiting, waiting on a man, waiting on a man
Shes checking out the doorway while shes checking out the guy
Whose drunk imagination is climbing up the ladder of her silk clad thigh
And the cigarettes
Are burning up the hours that she killed
In another murder of a day
Her patience starts to crumble
Like a rock that turns to sand
And time breaks down to seconds
When youre waiting, waiting on a man, waiting on a man, waiting on a
Man
It seems so long since yesterday
The time goes by so slow
When youre waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show
She shivers in a cold sweat that shes trying to ignore,
As she wraps her shaking fingers round the loose change by the phone,
She needs him more than shell admit and more than others need to know,
She hopes the knots that tie her stomach are only butterflies,
The time goes by so slow
When youre waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show.
She prays that no one pays attention
As she punches out the call,
As she fumbles with the number
That the panic still doesnt show,
She prays the lights stay green all night
She prays the traffic doesnt slow,
And that the knots that tie her stomach are only butterflies,
Only butterflies, fly by every day
While youre waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show
There he stands behind the door,
She reaches for her coat to go,
And she wanders away in a dream
She wanders away to a dream
She threads her way home through the neon washed alleyways
She flirts with the shadows and skirts round the victims
Of a night thatll sleep through the day
That casts out its refugees and throws out its debris,
She turns the key in a lock to a fairytale world
That she guards with her ghosts of faithful familiars
Who attend to her shrine in the patchwork cathedral
Observing the ritual with silent compassion and prayers
On the candlelit edges of a tightening circle
She arranges the photographs faded and yellowing
The memories left of her friends and her family
Respectfully turned to the wall
She turns up the sound on a second hand radio
And drowns out the noise of the world that she lives in
Her conscience her witness her life is her courtroom
And the man she left waiting is waiting to murder a day
Исполнитель: Tony Banks