The S-Bends - Waiting Room Lyrics

Sipping from a broken glass looking through
The room warped, your nose bent
Is that Mike Willesee

It's all in your mind
Make it up
Well I wish you'd drop it

Nonetheless I think you know best
I'm out of words, I'm out of breath
Another hour, every week
I don't know just where to go from the waiting room

And I still see my reflection
In a photo of you taken by the front window

It's to easy now to forget
The revelations in your head

Nonetheless I think you know best
I'm out of words, I'm out of breath
Another hour, every week
I don't know just where to go

It's when you're taking a backseat drive
There you'll realise too soon
That nine-to-five with the look in your eyes
Of the afternoon
In the airport line, you wine and dine
Fly me to the moon
My time with you is like a southerly breeze
From February to June

But nonetheless I think you know best
I'm out of words, I'm out of breath
Another hour, every week
I don't know just where to go from the waiting room

From the waiting room
From the waiting room
From the waiting room