The Hours Lyrics

I'm just waiting for the hands to take me till tonight,
Round three passing, five more rounds to go.

The hours are stretching like the sheets on the bed,
I'm filled with distractions in my head.

Do I have to wait so lo-o-o-o-ong?
Do I have to wait so lo-o-o-o-ong?

I just sit here on my hands and count down till tonight,
Round four passing, four more rounds to go.

The hours are stretching like the sheets on the bed,
I'm filled with distractions in my head.

Do I have to wait so lo-o-o-o-ong?
Do I have to wait so lo-o-o-o-ong?

I'm filled with distractions in my head.

Do I have to wait so lo-o-o-o-ong?
Do I have to wait so lo-o-o-o-ong?
Do I have to wait so lo-o-o-o-ong?
Do I have to wait so lo-o-o-o-ong?
Do I have to wait so lo-o-o-o-ong?