| Song | We Who Wait |
| Artist | The Adverts |
| Album | Crossing the Red Sea with the Adverts |
| 作词 : Smith | |
| Who wait in the cafe and magazine. | |
| Who wait for morning or fag machine. | |
| Who leave it all unfinalised, | |
| And undecided... | |
| We who wait. | |
| Who wait in the bus queue and prison cell. | |
| Who wait for illness to take its toll. | |
| Who wait for | |
| God knows what. | |
| Sometimes it's not clear to... | |
| We who wait. | |
| I have been dancing in the penny arcade. | |
| I'll hug the symbols of my apathy. | |
| And hog the taste of anarchy and animosity. | |
| It's any means of escape... | |
| For those of us who wait. | |
| Who wait in drinking and lost career. | |
| Who wait for letter or high summer.4 | |
| Who want some kind of clue. | |
| It's not just two plus two to... | |
| We who wait. |
| zuò cí : Smith | |
| Who wait in the cafe and magazine. | |
| Who wait for morning or fag machine. | |
| Who leave it all unfinalised, | |
| And undecided... | |
| We who wait. | |
| Who wait in the bus queue and prison cell. | |
| Who wait for illness to take its toll. | |
| Who wait for | |
| God knows what. | |
| Sometimes it' s not clear to... | |
| We who wait. | |
| I have been dancing in the penny arcade. | |
| I' ll hug the symbols of my apathy. | |
| And hog the taste of anarchy and animosity. | |
| It' s any means of escape... | |
| For those of us who wait. | |
| Who wait in drinking and lost career. | |
| Who wait for letter or high summer. 4 | |
| Who want some kind of clue. | |
| It' s not just two plus two to... | |
| We who wait. |