(SpringfieldVallance)

I can see her at her windows watching,

locked away inside her skin,

I can see her but I can't get to her, she won't come out,

and she won't let me into



The white room (she's living in)

Lying alone til she comes undone

In the white room, she burns for the real thing.

But it won't come.



In her head is the same obsession

and all the bottles and pills won't heal her heart.

She heard his last confession

and every word just tears her apart



In the white room (locked away)

doing time till her time is done

In the white room there's so much to say

but the words won't come.



Come back to the land of the living,

when you gonna break the chain,

there's so much too much that you're leaving

and you're never gonna stop the rain

In the white room.

waiting for the call that never comes

in the white room, she awaits.



Look at something long enough you'll find,

that the splinters and the cracks begin to show,

I'll be the first in line when the walls start falling

and she lets go of



The white room (it's late)

living alone only makes you numb

In the white room she burns for the real thing

but it won't come



In the white room (she's living in) I think its time

that you're time is done,

In the white room she burns

In the white room (it's late)

lying alone till she comes undone

In the white room she awaits



In the white room