The Waiting Room Lyrics

I lose my hold as all the pieces start to unfold
And now I see where this started to get away from me
Around my neck, pressure holds its grip so tightly
And I regret everything that I said

But it feels alright
I might as well be dead
I do this every night
You can't understand
How hard it is to be in bad business

But it feels alright
I might as well be dead
I do this every night
And you can't understand
I'm twisted inside, I can't explain why

I let go and then I lose control
And I'm fallin' faster than I'd really like
Down I go, further, out of control
But it makes no sense to give up at this height
I just need a sign to tell me I'm alright

Locked in the waiting room
My time is comin' soon
There's no more life in me
I'm tied to catastrophe

But it feels alright
I might as well be dead
I do this every night
And you can't understand
I'm twisted inside, I can't explain why

I let go and then I lose control
And I'm fallin' faster than I'd really like
Down I go, further, out of control
But it makes no sense to give up at this height
I just need a sign to tell me I'm alright

No rewards, no excuses
No life left in me
No fortune, no favors
No one here to save us

I hide under the weight
Because I'm so ashamed
How could I be so wrong?
Where did this feeling come from?

I let go and then I lose control
And I'm fallin' faster than I'd really like
Down I go, further, out of control
But it makes no sense to give up at this height
I just need a sign to tell me I'm alright

The Waiting Room Q&A

Who produced The Waiting Room's ?

The Waiting Room was produced by Peter Miles.

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