vuelve

I am waitin' 'til I don't know when,
cause I'm sure it's gonna happen then.
Time keeps creepin' through the neighborhood,
killing old folks, wakin' up babies
just like we knew it would.
(...)
My eyes are covered by the hands of my unborn kids
(...)
It's not a lover I want no more,
and it's not heaven I'm pining for
(...)
They say a watched pot won't ever boil,
you can't raise a baby on motor oil,
just like a seed down in the soil
you gotta give it time

Arcade Fire
"Neighborhood #4 (7 Kettles)"