Texty: Del Amitri. Waking Hours. When I Want You.

You sent greetings from Liverpool
And I took the next train
Passed by people putting flowers on graves
And we got delayed

When I arrived, you had vanished like steam
And left me in a diesel day
So I walked around and spent ten pounds
In amusement arcades

Felt like I was in a field looking for a pin
It's a kind of loneliness
It's a kind of emptiness
But I'm not trying, I'm just rehearsing for the perfect day

When I want you, I'll come looking for you
When I want you, I'll come looking for you
Yes, I will, yes, I will, yes, I will, yes, I will
Yes, I will

Yeah, I took a spoon to the swimming pool
To drain your trace away
And I changed my name
So only my looks remain

And if looks could kill
I'd need a license for my face
'Cos where his fists put bruises
A scheming smile now takes their place

Felt like I was in a field looking for a pin
It's a kind of loneliness
It's a kind of emptiness
But I'm not trying, I'm just rehearsing for the perfect day

When I want you, I'll come looking for you
When I want you, I'll come looking for you
Yes, I will, yes, I will, yes, I will, yes, I will
Yes, I will, yes, I will

When I want you, I'll come looking for you
When I want you, I'll come looking
Yes, I will, yes, I will, yes, I will, yes, I will
Yes, I will, yes, I will, yes, I will