Oh how many people there were
On the corner waiting for others
And it would rain
And they would hold umbrellas
But even on the clearest days, no one would wait for me
Oh how many people there were
On the corner waiting for others
And it would rain
And they would hold umbrellas
But even on the clearest days, no one would wait for me
I've been stuck in this small store for about a hundred years
Even the walls are bored of me
But they're too shy to say so
And I have my eye on his beauty (or just beauty)
And he is in the streets
I sing him songs,
But he is too busy with himself
I waited for so many dates (meetings)
But no one waited for me
Oh how many people there were
On the corner waiting for others
And it would rain
And they would hold umbrellas
But even on the clearest days, no one would wait for me
I've been inventing addresses for about a hundred years
I don't know who they're for
And I send them news
But someday loved ones will come to me
And the one who remembered everybody, in the end remembered me
Oh how many people there were
On the corner waiting for others
And it would rain
And they would hold umbrellas
But even on the clearest days, no one would wait for me
No one waited for me