Wait

Wait, don't go too early You're tired but everyone's tired But no one is tired enough Only wait a little and listen Music of hair, music of pain Music of looms waving all our loves again Be there to hear it It's your only chance Hair will become interesting Pain will become interesting Second hand gloves Will become lovely again Wait, wait for now Distrust everything if you have to But trust the hours Haven't they carried you every? Where up to now?