Poor Old Lu - The Waiting Room Lyrics
liner notes go here... eventuallyShe was staring at the ceilingI was staring at the floorHe was fixed in thought and wonder of what lied behind the doorThere was a man with little movementI knew I'd seen him here beforeThe people with the children were sick to death and would wait no moreThe world it can't be movingIt's been two thousand years orHave I stopped breathing?Have I stopped believing?Believe me, IÂ…He must've talked for foreverI think they finally turned awayAnd I was thinking to myself I should have plenty more to sayAnd some were getting very restlessSome were filling up the daysI was hoping that the girl with the curl would be safeThe world it can't be movingIt's been two thousand years orHave I stopped breathing?Have I stopped believing?Believe me, IÂ…Just want to have the patience of a saint who waits at the gatePlease don't be lateThe floors are giving inThe walls are getting thinThe clock is moving slowMy breathing comes and goesThe room is getting smallThe sin is growing tallWe wait for the dayWe wait for the dayThe world it can't be movingIt's been two thousand years orHave I stopped breathing?Have I stopped believing?Believe me, IÂ…Just want to have the patience of a saint who waits at the gatePlease don't be lateShe was full of good intentionsI was full with all my greedHe was holding out his hands as if to give, as if to bleedThere was a man with little substanceI know I'd seen him here indeedThe people with the children spoke so soft to confess their needAnd
