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In the garden with a glass of wine
You could sit there for awhile or till the end of time
And no one’s leaving, nobody goes
And a girl walks by alone with a single rose
No news, nothing new
Waiting for something, what’s the use?
When...
The sun is sinking behind the towers
Casting rays of crimson light through the closing hours
So much beauty in that light
But it’s dark down here below on the earth tonight
No news, nothing new
Waiting for something, waiting for something
Waiting for something, what’s the use?
When...
A million people walk the street
Pounding hopes into the ground underneath their feet
For a reason, but who can say?
If the season lets you down, will you call it fate?
No news, nothing new
Waiting for someting, waiting for something
Waiting for something, what’s the use?
When...
In the garden with a glass of wine
You could sit there for awhile or till the end of time
You could sit there for awhile or till the end of time
You could sit there for awhile or till the end of time
You could sit there for awhile or till the end of time