For the grieved and glad
Why did I make you wait so long?
Death is a passing state
Night comes late
The nature of a day is long
Strange angers come along
The street breathes us, we breathe the street
Why did I make you wait so long?
Death is a passing state
Sweet whispering
The street wears us, we wear the street
Too living to be late
Too dying to belong
Why did I make you wait so long?