Waiting Lyrics - Singles - The Fighting Hukills

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