The Chameleons
Dear Dead Days
We’re always waiting for something, waiting
We’re always searching for something, searching
Dearest dead days, I’m longing for you
Sweetest virgin, now deflowered…
We’re always searching for something, searching
We’re always waiting for something, waiting
Why don't you come?
Why don't you come?
Why don't you come?
Why don't you come?
Dearest dead days
Dearest dead days
