The Waiting Room Lyrics

I'm in the waiting room, back porch of a bar and bored

Silent night turned into The Morning Bloom Board

Tackled drink talk begins then I'm entrenched

By stories that terrify and tarot twist

I'm in the waiting room staring at dark Irish dye

With a Hail Mary hope that I'll try and I'll try

To justify judgement and jury my crime

In the morning bloom there is no room for my lies

If I ever believed there was love

If I ever believed there was love

If I ever believed there was love

I was wrong about the times I tried

I'm in the waiting room, I need a noise to numb noise

Among the din of the glib and the gloom dressed as joy

I will swallow my way through the room with a palm

Raised to the ceiling so cool and so calm

I'm in the waiting room

If I ever believed there was love

If I ever believed there was love

If I ever believed there was love

I was wrong about the times I tried

Wrong about the times I tried

I'm in the waiting room

I'm in the waiting room

I'm in the waiting room

If I ever believed there was love

If I ever believed there was love

If I ever believed there was love

I was wrong about the times I tried

Wrong about the times

I was wrong about the times I tried