| Song | Wasted Years |
| Artist | Pink Cream 69 |
| Album | Ceremonial (Jap. Ed.) |
| [Verse] | |
| I made it here, I made it there, | |
| Is all it’s got to take. | |
| Another buss we’re gonna miss | |
| It’s nothing left to state. | |
| Price is high, result it low, | |
| When you push it all aside | |
| And a few returns, that is happening to me. | |
| [Chorus] | |
| The voice is always calling, | |
| The hunting in your ears | |
| Everyday we’re mad | |
| With all those wasted years. | |
| You don’t need to listen | |
| And I am back at this, | |
| I wonder if I would make it | |
| With all those wasted years. | |
| [Verse] | |
| Darken chicks around the hour, | |
| There’s always someone when. | |
| When the night takes it back | |
| All you do is sit and stare. | |
| The TV screen is young and spread | |
| Does it takes your thoughts away? | |
| And the late night host is looking older again. | |
| [Chorus] | |
| The voice is always calling, | |
| The hunting in your ears | |
| Everyday we’re mad | |
| With all those wasted years. | |
| You don’t need to listen | |
| And I am back at this, | |
| I wonder if I would make it | |
| With all those wasted years. | |
| [Bridge] | |
| Wait for the signs and wait for the call, | |
| Wait for the moment before the fall. | |
| This world is spinning round and twisting your mind | |
| Spinning round, spinning round and twisting your mind. | |
| [Verse] | |
| Rise yourself, it’s so surreal, | |
| Could it all gone so wrong. | |
| Every morning raise your heads | |
| And find now it’s a new day, diamond. | |
| [Chorus] | |
| The voice is always calling, | |
| The hunting in your ears | |
| Everyday we’re mad | |
| With all those wasted years. | |
| You don’t need to listen | |
| And I am back at this, | |
| I wonder if I would make it | |
| With all those wasted years. | |
| Are you waiting for a savior? | |
| All those wasted years. | |
| All you waiting for a savior? | |
| All those wasted years. |
| Verse | |
| I made it here, I made it there, | |
| Is all it' s got to take. | |
| Another buss we' re gonna miss | |
| It' s nothing left to state. | |
| Price is high, result it low, | |
| When you push it all aside | |
| And a few returns, that is happening to me. | |
| Chorus | |
| The voice is always calling, | |
| The hunting in your ears | |
| Everyday we' re mad | |
| With all those wasted years. | |
| You don' t need to listen | |
| And I am back at this, | |
| I wonder if I would make it | |
| With all those wasted years. | |
| Verse | |
| Darken chicks around the hour, | |
| There' s always someone when. | |
| When the night takes it back | |
| All you do is sit and stare. | |
| The TV screen is young and spread | |
| Does it takes your thoughts away? | |
| And the late night host is looking older again. | |
| Chorus | |
| The voice is always calling, | |
| The hunting in your ears | |
| Everyday we' re mad | |
| With all those wasted years. | |
| You don' t need to listen | |
| And I am back at this, | |
| I wonder if I would make it | |
| With all those wasted years. | |
| Bridge | |
| Wait for the signs and wait for the call, | |
| Wait for the moment before the fall. | |
| This world is spinning round and twisting your mind | |
| Spinning round, spinning round and twisting your mind. | |
| Verse | |
| Rise yourself, it' s so surreal, | |
| Could it all gone so wrong. | |
| Every morning raise your heads | |
| And find now it' s a new day, diamond. | |
| Chorus | |
| The voice is always calling, | |
| The hunting in your ears | |
| Everyday we' re mad | |
| With all those wasted years. | |
| You don' t need to listen | |
| And I am back at this, | |
| I wonder if I would make it | |
| With all those wasted years. | |
| Are you waiting for a savior? | |
| All those wasted years. | |
| All you waiting for a savior? | |
| All those wasted years. |