First Waiting For You
Nicholas Cave, Warren Ellis
All through the night she ran past and the wind caught her hair
Like a joke for the rich, and a light for the poor
And it's easy to cry on my shoulder
It's easy to cry
Dark is the night so the ivories sang
And it's all in the business of making you happy
Well I'm just waiting for you
Waiting for you, waiting for you
Waiting for you, waiting for you
Waiting for you
