1 May 2002
Nine minutes to nine in the nighttime
But there’s no sign to tell me you’re mine.
Nine minutes past to leave the hour of nine,
Yet, I’ve waited to the never showing sign.
I’ve waited for the signs night after night.
Sometimes I see things turn to black and white.
I’ve waited and what I get are mosquito bites,
But to wait for you, I really cannot fight.
Nine minutes to nine slave my whole life through.
I’ve waited for your signs so I can say I love you.
I asked myself to know the things I must do.
Should I stay and wait or should I go?