As I zone out, I'm driving home I think of how it will come to be My life as I live it I want to floor it, into the great unknown Maybe the signs will
Traduzione: Waiting Room di Darwin. Tutto ciò che manca.
I love a mystery (cover up and intrigue) Life can be a thriller, a fantasy of everything I see Ooh, how I love a mystery (turned up raincoats) Secret agents, waiting for the missing
I'm sitting here in a boring room It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon I'm wasting my time I got nothing to do I'm hanging around I'm waiting
show starts after she has become a success on stage and flashes back to her origins. It opens in Fanny's dressing room. She is waiting for her husband
[chorus] I was hoping I could see you again At the same time same place same everything When I'm with you I don't need anything You know my best interests
side Everything is out of control Everything is out of control In my future plans Everything is out of control Noone's left to hurt Everything is out
waiting for signs of god Create - enslave - behaved - Everything is out of control Leave me alone, isolation bears hope There's something else waiting
t want to be your cause for sympathy Save your breath, I never listen You think I don't know something's missing But now I'll wait and see How it all
am, in the room of my house where the light's never been, waiting for this day to end. And these clocks keep on winding and completely ignore, everything
I am in the room of my house where the light has never been waiting for this day to end. And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore everything
see) I'm everything you want, (everything, everything) I'm everything you need, (everything to me, yeah) And every little part of you, Is a part of me. I'm everything
the evening falls I got Too much room in my bed, to many phone calls How's everything, everything? Everything, everything You're missing, you're missing
feelin so emotional Cause I'm no longer close to you Tell me what am I suppose to do It was all about you till the point New yearz id toast to you Everything
Room I Get So, I'm Sooo Emotional, Emotional, Emotional So What Do U Think? Should I Roll Up, Like I Do It On Dubs Show Her What It Is, Make Her Miss
that is spinning Interdimensional, hidden inside Of these lights which I seem to be missing Marching ahead to silent beats Bumping into these dead machines You can hear everything