Your ordinary explanation
Doesn't fit my satisfaction
Another wasted one

The world is turning
And I'm still nothing
Persistent and patient

Waiting so long for it
That all illusions start to fade
Waiting so long for it

Blind and cold money machines
Creating all that TV screams
I wonder what they say

The world is turning
And I'm still nothing
Persistent and patient (And patient)

Waiting so long for it
That all illusions start to fade
Waiting so long for it
That all illusions start to fade

Start to fade
Start to fade

I'll find it, I'll find it all
Blind and cold money machines
Creating all that TV screams
I wonder what they

It's getting complicated
And I'm still nothing
I'm running out of options
I wonder what "time" is

It's getting complicated
And I'm still nothing
I'm running out of options
I wonder what "time" is

Your ordinary explanation
Doesn't fit my satisfaction
Another wasted one

The world is turning
And I'm still nothing
Persistent and patient (And patient)

Waiting so long for it
That all illusions start to fade
Waiting so long for it
That all illusions start to fade