Tekster: Deerhunter. Microcastle. Neither of Us, Uncertainly.

So long to the the days you grow sad of
And you try to find, not much for you to hold
The more that you hold the, the more you feel alone

And wait until you can wait
Until you can wait
Until you can wait no more

So long to the the days you come to know
So you had to, to get there on your own
To wait, to grow old
You're waiting to grow old

Until you can wait, until you can wait
Until you can wait, until you can wait no more

Until you can wait, until you can wait
Until you can wait, until you can wait
Until you can wait, until you can wait
Until you can wait, until you can wait no more