Waiting for the Sun

She's talking to her son
The child is playing with the hair of his mom
She's trying to decide
But it's no easy when you escape from someone

An oldman thinks while he smokes
Like a bird his life has flown
Some come and others go
There's always something that force us to run

Sitting with a suitcase in my hand
I've been waiting for the sun

"Things are getting better"
She wrote to her lover in each one of her letters
And I know how she feels
'Cause I also had to lie about other things

Sitting with a suitcase in my hand
I've been waiting for the sun
But it doesn't come

The sun, the sun, the sun
Waiting for the sun
The sun, the sun, the sun

I can't carry on with this weight on my mind
Life is very short and there's no time
There's no time
No, no, no

Sitting with a suitcase in my hand
I've been waiting for the sun
But it doesn't come

The sun, the sun, the sun, the sun
Waiting for the sun
The sun, the sun, the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun



Credits
Writer(s): Gonzalo Arca Abalo
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