Sitting in the waiting room
Asking what they're waiting for
Are you waiting for the sun light?
Are you waiting for the moon to shine?
Are you waiting for the stars?
Are you waiting for a cold kiss or a warm heart?
While you stand here
Maybe its love
You're waiting for
If you're waiting for butterflies
Black or pale
If you're waiting for bye, bye, bye
'Cause I'm gone
If you're waiting for a greener world
Get real
Or a boy and girl
Maybe its love
Waiting, dying a little more each day
Waiting for the room to stop spinning
Dying for a chance to stop thinking
And wait for love
Forever now
The waiting is killing me!
Oh but the phantom's singing songs
'Bout his waiting pains
And after long
When everyone's gone
Prowler's here to wait the night away
Waiting
Oh maybe its love
But day light drifts away
And I'm left in shadows
In the waiting room
All alone
Just waiting for you
Maybe its love.
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