Pet Shop Boys

Go to work and take your calls
Hang the fruits of your labour on the walls
Such precision and care
What does it matter if there's no one here to share
The flowers in the garden the wine
The Waiting for Godot and so much modern time?
All I want is what you want
I'm always waiting for a red letter day
The years perfecting a stance of measured cool
Fade into insignificance the moment one starts to understand
What on earth does it profit a man?
All I want is what you want
I'm always waiting for a red letter day
For something special somehow new