Wishing my life away again by counting the minutes till the end.
Leaving has never been so near, but these ten days feel like ten years

Well, I've spent better nights on my own staring out the window from my bedroom floor
waiting for night to end, waiting for light to bring me something better, something better.

Walking the same old streets again, I'm just a simple singleton.
Living with hopes we all still have - of leaving and never coming back.

Well, I've spent better nights on my own staring out the window from my bedroom floor
waiting for night to end, waiting for light to bring me something better, something better.

Wasting my days away again, trying to counteract this trend
Of leaving home just for a while, and returning still a child.

Well, I've spent better nights on my own staring out the window from my bedroom floor
waiting for night to end, waiting for light to bring me something better, something better