Texty:
We Are The Ocean The Waiting Room

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,

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,

-G Wow, first came he love Now then comes the marriage One baby, two baby, three baby carriage baby Welcome to my world, oceans vs. mountains (Welcome to her world, oceans

empty As many times as love has come and gone To those gentle ones my memory runs To the laughter we shared at the meals I filled their kitchens and living rooms

fact I'm still believing? In all those moments we've shared. Of all the things that we have been through. I feel happiness, sadness, remeber the places that we

And when we rock the mic, we rock the mic And when we rock the mic, we rock the mic And when we rock the mic, we rock the mic But let's look feminine

a moment of pain And they drift on down and ride to the sea again Last night I sat in the waiting room The nurse walked in and gave me the news It's

after a year, a one room hell A Murphy bed, a rancid smell Wallpaper peeling at the corners Sunset Boulevard, twisting boulevard Secretive and rich, a little scary Sunset Boulevard, tempting boulevard Waiting

year A one-room hell A murphy bed A rancid smell Wallpaper peeling at the corners Sunset boulevard Twisting boulevard Secretive and rich, a little scary. Sunset boulevard Tempting boulevard Waiting