Harold T. Wilkins Lyrics Fanfarlo

Harold T. Wilkins or How To Wait For A Very Long Time, from Fanfarlo’s forthcoming album, directed by Stachemou

You've been parking your bike for the tenth time
You're up on the roof again

So you're biding your time, but it's alright
They'll be coming any week now

All left behind by the mothership
They're our only real friends

But inside, inside, you'll always feel the same
Even if you wake up, even if you wake up

In a tunnel, everyone will kick and scream
And come to the same conclusion every time
Time to realize you were never on the team
That was always the question hanging over you
In our hearts are balloons with a rusty nail
Looking over your shoulder, and setting your sail

Well your dreams will become part of the future
And coincide with the past

You spend all your time by the radio
Waiting for the signal

But inside, inside, you'll always feel the same
Even when you wake up, even if you wake up

In a tunnel, everyone will kick and scream
And come to the same conclusion every time
Time to realize you were never on the team
That was always the question hanging over you
In our hearts are balloons with a rusty nail
Looking over your shoulder, and setting your sail

They're trying to say we're...
They're trying to say we're...
They're trying to say,
"We're drifting on into your side."
(repeat)

They're trying to say we'll...
They're trying to say we'll...
They're trying to say,
"We'll turn your life on again."

Just sail this thing straight
Just sail this thing straight
Just sail this thing straight
We'll turn your life on again
(repeat)