| WAITING FOR THE SON OF MAN - Bruise Pristine B-Side Patience come to the ugly, not me. Laughter comes to the lucky, not me. People in my head that wont stop talking, Nothing in my dream that isnt creepy crawling, Walking in the park and I think that Im falling, Swimming in the sea and I think Ill....you guessed it. Only lifeguards, only lifeguards, Packing all the time, can save me. Waiting, Waiting, Waiting, for the son of man, For the son of man. Patience comes to the ugly, not me, Concentration comes to the yuppie, not me, Nothing on the box that hasnt been born, Noone in the street that isnt old. Driving in the car and I think that Im crashing, Swimming in the sea and I think Ill....you guessed it. Only lifeguards, only lifeguards, Packing all the time, can save me. Waiting, Waiting, Waiting, for the son of man, For the son of man |