Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire - Wait lyrics

Wait, don't go too early You're tired but everyone's tired But no one, no one is tired enough Only wait a little and listen Music of Hell, music of pain Music of looms weaving all our loves again Be there to hear it, it's your only chance You know that Hell will become interesting And pain, pain will become interesting Second hand gloves will become lovely, lovely again Oh wait, wait for now - ooh Distrust everything, if you have to But trust the hours Haven't they carried you everywhere till now? Music of Hell, music of pain Music of looms weaving all our loves again Be there to hear it, it's your only chance Won't you be there to hear it, it's your only chance Won't you be there to hear it, it's your only...chance