Orlando کے بول

When I wait When I wait beneath the When I wait Beneath the egg yolk sun And reflect on the days gone I'd like to feel, believe, it was worth it That it was for someone Life it sings, it croons, like a kettle on a hob Life, Life what art thou? When I return from the depths of the night I hope to see your world, but still alive Or is that just me? Is that just we? Don't you remember yourself from this love Stop being that endless turning cog And live a little bit, breath a little bit