Pink Turns Blue - Waiting For The Son

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