With a little worth in this evil world Withering waiting for my time In this bitter end I'm a little bird Shivering waiting for my time It's a little chase what a chase What a chase tide is on my shoulder It's a little waste what a waste What a waste waiting for my time With a little dent in this dissonant Innocence waiting for my time In this wintering I'm a little bird Shivering waiting for my time It's a little chase what a chase What a chase tide is on my shoulder It's a little waste what a waste What a waste waiting for my time It's a little chase always been the case Always been a little trace of grace No color in the face rotten in a race What a little waste to embrace And I'm still waiting for my time And I'm still waiting for my time