David Keenan - Waiting Room lyrics
[David Keenan - Waiting Room lyrics]
I'll offer you respite from womanhood and
Bring an end to your frustrations
If only for an afternoon we could get lost
In wilful recreations the birds still sing
Without prompting I don't need
No prompting either
I've gathered up the names of
All who hate us and said a prayer
For each but they will never know
A waiting room the clicking clock notice a
Hole in either sock the traffic
Lights turn to green the victory dance across
The road for everyone to see where
Is the voice the one I use when
I'm at my very best the
One I lose when crowded rooms all full
Of sheep demand of me I crave
My sleep I wrecked my brains for
Something new and in stepped you
I'll offer you the chance to
Have someone to rub suncream
On and complain to about
The neighbours there is
Relief in getting older like you
Are twenty eight now
And sound you were a nightmare at twenty two
A waiting room the clicking clock
Notice a hole in
Either sock the traffic lights
Turn to green the
Victory dance across the road for all to see
Where is the voice the one I use
When I'm at my very best he one I lose
When crowded rooms all full of sheep demand
Of me I crave my sleep I wrecked my
Brains for something new and in stepped you
Bring an end to your frustrations
If only for an afternoon we could get lost
In wilful recreations the birds still sing
Without prompting I don't need
No prompting either
I've gathered up the names of
All who hate us and said a prayer
For each but they will never know
A waiting room the clicking clock notice a
Hole in either sock the traffic
Lights turn to green the victory dance across
The road for everyone to see where
Is the voice the one I use when
I'm at my very best the
One I lose when crowded rooms all full
Of sheep demand of me I crave
My sleep I wrecked my brains for
Something new and in stepped you
I'll offer you the chance to
Have someone to rub suncream
On and complain to about
The neighbours there is
Relief in getting older like you
Are twenty eight now
And sound you were a nightmare at twenty two
A waiting room the clicking clock
Notice a hole in
Either sock the traffic lights
Turn to green the
Victory dance across the road for all to see
Where is the voice the one I use
When I'm at my very best he one I lose
When crowded rooms all full of sheep demand
Of me I crave my sleep I wrecked my
Brains for something new and in stepped you