Wait

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