The Waiting Room

Until dawn Just pride turned to scorn Until dawn She'll ask for your spirit once more Until dawn Just pride turned to scorn Until dawn She'll ask for your spirit once more So young to be so cynical So young to be so cynical Until dawn Just pride turned to scorn Until dawn Until hours broke your spirit once more So young to be so cynical So young to be so cynical, so cynical, so cynical Until dawn Just pride turned to scorn Until dawn Until hours broke your spirit once more He lives in the silence of shame And the door is blocked by doubt He lives in the silence of shame And the door is blocked by doubt So young to be so cynical So young to be so cynical And when he smiles, the structure smiles with him Even the furniture seems to mock him And when he smiles, the structure smiles with him Even the furniture seems to mock him Until dawn When pride turns to scorn Until dawn Until hours broke your spirit once more So young to be so cynical So young to be so cynical He lives in the silence of shame