It's always something at the end Applause as it begins again Trainspotting with a friend Hunting evolved again Waiting up Waiting up Waiting up Waiting up Waiting up, for you You like to fashion little knives Slender figure and a dashing sight Now tell your problems to the bed Words mean little in your head Waiting up Waiting up Waiting up Waiting up Waiting up, for you Feel the dark is close (Drink the wine from the host) What you needed the most Hours pass to make a flying path