What are we waiting for?
Every thing turned out well in the end.
The moon went out suddenly
And the lovers headed home,
The wars ended too
And we carried the corpses to the cemetery.
The hands that were stained with blood
We washed in the river.
Clouds darkened the sky,
The wind blew them away.
As we stood at the freezing bus stop
Our last bus passed and sped by in the dark.
There was nothing but to walk back on foot
Along the Milky Way.
Never trust the night at night!
What are you waiting here for?