Each weekend is another exercise 
In debauchery and chasing what's unwise 
The weeks go by and I'm clocking up the hours 
One by one, I'm losing all my secret powers 

And I'm waiting for them to return 
So I can call you and convince you [bad word] home 
Still I'm waiting for them to return 
So I can call you and convince you [bad word] home 
with me 

It's not a case of warming just my bed 
Though I'm hopeless even if that is my aim 
Please forget about the stupid things I said 
To show you I'm the loneliness behind my name 

Still I'm waiting for you to return 
So I can call you and convince you [bad word] home 
Yeah I'm waiting for tables to turn 
So I can take your hand and ask you to roam 
with me 

We're two halves of a whole 
It's been two days 
And to have and to hold could go two ways 
But I think I already know 
Yes I already know 
Which way 

*muthafukkin sax solo* 

Still I'm waiting for them to return 
Secret powers that'll win me the crown 
As thin candles continue to burn 
Light my way through the darkness on the edge of this town