So I crawled down the stairs to the truth,nThat is sleeping alone, on a bed,nThe mosquito net weeping above.nThat lazy old truth, been lying there for weeks.nSo I throw myself on to the bed,nOnto the mercy of the truth,nWho is stirring and trying to cheer up the net,nAnd afterwords me,nAnd I'm feeling weak.nn[Chorus]nCause I could go on, and on,nDeluding myself.nWaiting in the shadows,nI am waiting for something elsenTo come along and put things in order.nMeanwhile, I raise my hands above the water.nReady, I am in position.nJust promise you'll be here soon.nnSo all of the people around,nI don't wanna grow old like them.nBracing, and grabbing too tight to not much.nBut I start feeling tired a little earlier each day.nSo I'm looking to re-arrange the dawn,nTo tidy up the order of events,nAnd unwind every thread of regret.nBut take that away, and what is there left?nn[Chorus]nnFrom now on, I just know things will be different.nSee the waves?nThey're all nodding their agreement.nIf you promise you'll be here soon.