Tekstovi: Nine Days. Madding Crowd. 257 Weeks.

You could be waiting for a day that won't come
And you could be so much more than you've become
And I have found my feet 257 weeks
But you could be waiting for a day that won't come...
You could be waiting for your life to begin
And you could be so much more than you've been
And I have found my feet 257 weeks
You could be waiting for your life to begin
And it's so sad
You're so good and I'm so bad
But you won't see me wasting the best thing I've ever had
And it's such a shame
That I can't tell you anything
You won't hear me still you endear me now
Hard to see the window facing forward looking back
Over years spent tracing wondering how you left your track
Underwater breathing burns your lungs and breaks your back
And you could be waiting right here for a day that won't come...
And it's so sad
You're so good and I'm so bad
But you won't see me wasting the best thing I've ever had
And it's such a shame
That I can't tell you anything
You won't hear me still you endear me now!...
You could be waiting for your life to begin
And you could be so much more than you've been
And I have found my feet 257 weeks
But you could be waiting for your life to begin...
And it's so sad
You're so good and I'm so bad
But you won't see me wasting the best thing I've ever had
And it's such a shame
That I can't tell you anything
You won't hear me still you endear me
And it's so sad
You're so good and I'm so bad
But you won't see me wasting the best thing I've ever had
And it's such a shame
That I can't tell you anything
You won't hear me still you endear me now
Still you endear me now
Still you endear me now