Il testo della Waiting

Sun washed papers roll down the alley way
Golden embers across your skin
Bricks paved along the gallery
And theres nothing inside your head

Ooooh ooh im waiting for your cue
Ooooh ooh invite me to the room

Ive seen your visions and ive read your mind
For all that ive seen theres nothing inside
Is there a place that youll call home
When the sun goes down in that sullen (southern?) tone

Ooooh ooh im waiting for your cue
Ooooh ooh invite me to the room

Ooooh ooh im waiting for you, for you
Ooooh ooh im waiting for you, for you