作词 : Lowe, Tennant Go to work and take your calls Hang the fruits of your labor on the walls Such precision and care What does it matter if there's no one here to share Flowers in the garden blue wine The 'Waiting for Godot' and so much modern time? All I want is what you want I'm always waiting for a red letter day The years perfecting a stance Of measured cool fade into insignificance The moment one starts to understand What on earth does it profit a man? All I want is what you want I'm always waiting for a red letter day For something special somehow new Someone saying, “ I love you” Baby, I'm waiting for that red letter day You can sneer or disappear, behind a veneer of self-control But for all of those who don't fit in Who follow their instincts and are told they sin This is a prayer for a different way All I want is what you want I'm always waiting for a red letter day Like Christmas morning when you're a kid Admit you love me and you always did Baby, I'm hoping for that red letter day today
作词 : Lowe, Tennant Go to work and take your calls Hang the fruits of your labor on the walls Such precision and care What does it matter if there's no one here to share Flowers in the garden blue wine The 'Waiting for Godot' and so much modern time? All I want is what you want I'm always waiting for a red letter day The years perfecting a stance Of measured cool fade into insignificance The moment one starts to understand What on earth does it profit a man? All I want is what you want I'm always waiting for a red letter day For something special somehow new Someone saying, “ I love you” Baby, I'm waiting for that red letter day You can sneer or disappear, behind a veneer of self-control But for all of those who don't fit in Who follow their instincts and are told they sin This is a prayer for a different way All I want is what you want I'm always waiting for a red letter day Like Christmas morning when you're a kid Admit you love me and you always did Baby, I'm hoping for that red letter day today
