Sun washed papers roll down the alley way   Golden embers across your skin   Bricks paved along the gallery   And theres nothing inside your head      Ooooh ooh I’m waiting for your cue   Ooooh ooh invite me to the room      I’ve seen your visions and I’ve read your mind   For all that I’ve seen there’s nothing inside   Is there a place that you’ll call home   When the sun goes down in that sullen (southern?) tone      Ooooh ooh I’m waiting for your cue   Ooooh ooh invite me to the room      Ooooh ooh I’m waiting for you, for you   Ooooh ooh I’m waiting for you, for you