Waiting for a Miracle
Album - 5 settembre 1980 - Debaser id 38767

Hello daily life
I don't want to fight today
I surrender
I'll put my toys away
No aliens came
I lost my little light
It was so well explained
Now I'm getting older as I write
What's that sound?
What's that light?
What's that sound?
Missing in action
What's that light?
Missing in action
Lost in the last attack
Lost in the last attack
Lost in the last attack
Lost in the last attack
One childhood
The little kid retired
He surrendered
His parking space expired
Wave bye-bye
Ghost writer in the sky
He'll see you soon
Now I'm getting older as I write
What's that sound?
What's that light?
What's that sound?
Missing in action
What's that light?
Missing in action
Lost in the last attack
Lost in the last attack
Lost in the last attack
Lost in the last attack

A declaration
Of the intention
To stop extension into my airspace
I'll put the flags up
Pull up the anchor
And then you'll know you're in a different place
And I can't stand up and I can't sit down
'cause a great big problem stop me in my tracks
I can't relax 'cause I haven't done a thing
and I can't do a thing 'cause I can't relax

You've got your habits
I've got my customs
I'm sure you know it's got to be this way
No hesitation
And in the future
We'll celebrate on Independence Day
And I can't stand up and I can't sit down
'cause a great big problem stop me in my tracks
I can't relax 'cause I haven't done a thing
And I can't do a thing 'cause I can't relax
Independence Day
Independence Day
Independence Day
Independence Day

Hang out the flags ring in the new,
We should be dancing on the city streets
I kmow the tune, I know the words,
My mouth is open but I cannot speak
And I can't stand up and I can't sit down
'cause a great big problem stop me in my tracks
I can't relax 'cause I haven't done a thing
And I can't do a thing 'cause I can't relax
Independence Day
Independence Day
Independence Day
Independence Day

Is it some kind of stupid joke
The fictions that he speaks
He says there's another world
haunting in the street
He hears waves of the cars go by
The city is a beach
He thinks he's in another place
when he goes to sleep

He got the word;
he got the real story
He got the word;
he got the picture
He got the word;
he got the real story
He got the word;
so we will never understand

I heard that he lost the beat
What a surprise
Now he's in unreal estate
until he dies

There is a house in the picture
Inside the house is a room
Once round it is a short circuit

When times are hard I think about you
Four walls, one has a window
One has a door, which I go out of
I just thought you'd like to know

I don't think you're listening
I think I'll tell you again

This clock shows only mythical hours
These books show only fictional days
One system is only as good as another

I don't think you're listening
I think I'll tell you again
I just thought you'd like to know