Born On A Sunday

The time is waiting forward to the break of the dawn
My heart is waiting for you beating time 'til you're born
I'm waiting on my own
I'm waiting every day

(Imagine Debussy being born again)

I'm waiting to see you
I'm waiting to feel you
I'm waiting to hear you
I'm here waiting

I'm waiting to see you
I'm waiting to feel you
I'm waiting to hear you
I'm here waiting

(One, two, three, four)

(Born again)

Seems like years
Seems like years
One hundred years

Seems like years
Seems like years
One hundred years

You were born on a Sunday
On a Sunday at dawn
You were born on a Sunday
On a Sunday at dawn