The Waiting Room Lyrics - Poor Old Lu

She was staring at the ceiling 

I was staring at the floor 

He was fixed in thought and wonder 

Of what lied behind the door 

There was a man with little movement 

I knew Id seen him here before 

The people with the children were sick to death 

And would wait no more 

The world, it cant be moving 

Its been two thousand years or 

Have I stopped breathing? 

Have I stopped believing? 

Believe me, I 

He mustve talked for forever 

I think they finally turned away 

And I was thinking to myself 

I should have plenty more to say 

And some were getting very restless 

Some were filling up the days 

I was hoping that the girl 

With the curl would be safe 

The world, it cant be moving 

Its been two thousand years or 

Have I stopped breathing? 

Have I stopped believing? 

Believe me, I 

Just want to have the patience of a saint 

Who waits at the gate 

Please dont be late 

The floors are giving in 

The walls are getting thin 

The clock is moving slow 

My breathing comes and goes 

The room is getting small 

The sin is growing tall 

We wait for the day 

We wait for the day 

The world, it cant be moving 

Its been two thousand years or 

Have I stopped breathing? 

Have I stopped believing? 

Believe me, I 

Just want to have the patience of a saint 

Who waits at the gate 

Please dont be late 

She was full of good intentions 

I was full with all my greed 

He was holding out his hands 

As if to give, as if to bleed 

There was a man with little substance 

I know Id seen him here indeed 

The people with the children spoke so soft 

To confess their need 

And some are getting hopeless 

Some are filling up the days 

I am hoping on a promise, on a gift 

And so I wait