Wait until

Im walking on a spot between the profit and the loss
a place of solitude where many dreamers cross

I´m talking as if us where lovers as if us were strangers
on this cross defenders of its trust

I do not hope to turn again do not wish to burn in rain
no longer strive toward such things no longer fly with broken wings

I do not hope to feel the pain no never more I´ll sing in rain

cause time is time I´ll face the case I`ll wish no more to leave this place

Wait untill the time has come untill the time has come
Faith no more I´ll have my gun to scoore I´ll have my gun

The speaker in my head the stranger in my bed
all emptyness to shred these linen soaking red
These speaking in tounges to cover all the signs
of moments I was lost with neverending rust

I do not hope to turn again do not wish to burn in rain
no longer strive toward such things no longer fly with broken wings

I do not hope to feel the pain no never more I´ll sing in rain

cause time is time I´ll face the case wish no more to leave this place

Wait untill the time has come untill the time has come
Faith no more I´ll have my gun to scoore I´ll have my gun
Wait untill the time has come untill the time has come
Faith no more I´ll have my gun to scoore I´ll have my gun