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