Waiting Up by Brass Phantoms Lyrics

It's always something in the end
Applause as it begins again
Trainspotting with a friend
Hunting evolved again

Waiting up
Waiting up
Waiting up
Waiting up
Waiting up, for you

You like to fashion little knives
Slender figure and a dashing in sight
Now tell your problems to the bed
Words mean little in your head

Waiting up
Waiting up
Waiting up
Waiting up
Waiting up, for you
Feel the dark is close
(Drink the whine from the host)
What you needed the most
Hours pass to make a flying path