Waiting Rooms

I have weird thoughts, I sometimes wonder if they're mine
It's all a little out of body, somebody else's to define
Even the way the sunlit pavement is gilded Golden makes me break down
And on occasion I drive around but I never see you

I think about things we set in to motion in waiting rooms
Things I can't refute, things I wish I could
I can convolute, re-run the route, drive through your garden fence
A final pose, a bow, between the pews of flowerbeds
Oh, I'm sorry this is on my mind.

Waist deep I wade in sentiment,
I'm trawling through the sediment,
Of all the things I've said, I think I've said and never meant
Oh, green denim seems to cling to my skin

All the house plants tilt to the sun
It's such a pity I keep the curtains drawn
And there are dead birds in the chimney I think,
Else it's gotten so quiet ahead of us, where they used to sing,
I'm fit to shatter at the foot of you

Time is a spring-loaded greyhound and dust in the distance
And I spin hours into days exploring each and every way,
Ripples of a penultimate kiss might oscillate
God! I've been beginning to believe in all the fiction I've been fixing
I guess that's just the prick that I've been harbouring

Waist deep I wade in sentiment,
I'm trawling through the sediment,
Of all the things I've said, I think I've said and never meant
Oh, the cactus flower unfurls behind the veil.

I just wanted to call you,
I just wanted to call you from the waiting rooms
I just wanted to call you from the waiting rooms