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The Narrative - Waiting Room Lyrics

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  • Waiting in line
  • passing the time
  • reading four-month-old magazines.
  • The pale walls given life by the florescent lights
  • exposing stains in the carpeting
  • And sitting at my side this mockery of life
  • a plastic plant strictly for tasteless decor
  • No one makes a sound
  • but the sirens seeping through the space
  • between the door and the floor
  • Well there's nothing left to say
  • the words just collapse into colorful waves
  • in the spectrum of sound
  • and it's easy on the ears
  • and it's nice to hear
  • but it doesn't mean a thing
  • No, it doesn't mean a thing
  • The silence breaks
  • like a small earthquake shattering the calm
  • it's my name
  • And the familiar scent of sterile instruments
  • filters out from inside the hallway
  • Your chin falls towards your lap
  • you know you can't come back
  • just one more thing to make this a little bit harder
  • You'll wait for the turn out
  • until then a sense of doubt hangs in the air like grief
  • in a funeral parlor
  • Where there's nothing left to say
  • the words just collapse into colorful waves
  • in the spectrum of sound
  • and it's easy on the ears
  • and it's nice to hear
  • but it doesn't mean a thing
  • No it doesn't mean
  • No it doesn't mean
  • No it doesn't mean a thing
  • So tell me I'm okay
  • with no areas of gray
  • Tell me I can go
  • just don't say you don't know
  • because there's nothing I can't take
  • like these areas of gray
  • so tell me I'm okay

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