作曲 : 나오미 You're waiting for your personal big bang Waiting for your personal big bang Contemplating what you want Hating what you've got Waiting for your personal big bang Is this a good day? How can you tell The girl in the stupid dress is wearing it well She's making her exit, she's leaving a scent Of rainfall and corn flakes, of nights being spent You keep reading the paper, keep scanning the crowd All the while wondering what you're about And what is important, and whether you're real And where you are headed, and who's at the wheel You're waiting for your personal big bang Waiting for your personal big bang Contemplating what you want Hating what you've got Waiting for your personal big bang You feel like pretending even when you're not What makes people peaceful? What have they got? Maybe a novel, maybe a song But even the first lines come out all wrong Maybe be famous, maybe just hang Trying to make contact, but the phone never rang The movie was boring, the weather's a drag But the sun would change nothin', the heavens still sag You're waiting for your personal big bang Waiting for your personal big bang Contemplating what you want Hating what you've got Waiting for your personal big bang Waiting, dreaming, doing absolutely nothing
作曲 : 나오미 You're waiting for your personal big bang Waiting for your personal big bang Contemplating what you want Hating what you've got Waiting for your personal big bang Is this a good day? How can you tell The girl in the stupid dress is wearing it well She's making her exit, she's leaving a scent Of rainfall and corn flakes, of nights being spent You keep reading the paper, keep scanning the crowd All the while wondering what you're about And what is important, and whether you're real And where you are headed, and who's at the wheel You're waiting for your personal big bang Waiting for your personal big bang Contemplating what you want Hating what you've got Waiting for your personal big bang You feel like pretending even when you're not What makes people peaceful? What have they got? Maybe a novel, maybe a song But even the first lines come out all wrong Maybe be famous, maybe just hang Trying to make contact, but the phone never rang The movie was boring, the weather's a drag But the sun would change nothin', the heavens still sag You're waiting for your personal big bang Waiting for your personal big bang Contemplating what you want Hating what you've got Waiting for your personal big bang Waiting, dreaming, doing absolutely nothing
