Powderfinger. Odyssey Number Five. Waiting For The Sun. Zeneszám

This will be an uncertain time for us, my love
I can hear the echo of your voice in my head
Singing, my love

I can see your face there in my hands, my love
I have been blessed by your grace and care, my love
Singing, my love

There's a place for us sitting here waiting for the sun
And it calls me back into the safe arms that I know

For every step you're further away from me, my love
I grow more unsteady on my feet, my love
Singing, my love

There's a place for us sitting here waiting for the sun
And it calls me back into the safe arms that I know

There's a place for us sitting here waiting for the sun
And it calls me back into the safe arms that I know

For every step you're further away from me, my love
I grow more unsteady on my feet

Now there's a place for us sitting here waiting for the sun
And it calls me back into the safe arms that I know

Now we're waiting for the sun
Now we're waiting for the sun