100 lyrics for "I'm waiting"
It's the first time Those are honest words Crossed out a lyric, discerned And those are honest words Otherwise I'm told waiting to choke them way down in my throat I rewrote the start, with a stab at the end I blotted out all that I've wrote Rubbed away
PlayWaiting in a car Waiting for the right time Waiting for a ride in the dark The night city grows Look at the horizon glow Drinking in the lights Following the neon signs Waiting for a word Looking at the milky skyline
PlayLayla, you've got me on my knees Layla, I'm begging, darling please Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind What'll you do when you get lonely And nobody's waiting by your side? You've been running and hiding much too long You know it's just your
PlayWherever I go, wherever I go Don't ever let go, don't ever let go You told me that you'd never be afraid of heights If we fall, we fall together baby, don't think twice again Now I'm waiting on the corner in the back of your mind It's a lonely place to
PlayCrackin' up Crackin' up (I have been waiting for these visitors) Now I hear them moving Muffled noises coming through the door Voices growing louder, irritation building And I'm close to fainting They must know by now I'm in here trembling My whole world
PlayAnd you know my heart, well it's waiting for your call Won't you take your time on me? (Take your time on me) 'Cause we got nowhere else to be You fall in my arms Baby won't you let your phone keep ringing Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
PlayI went downtown to see milady She stood me up and I stood there waiting But it'll be all right when The Morning Comes Now I'm up in the air with the rain in my hair I've got nowhere to go, so I can go anywhere And it'll be all right when the Morning
PlayYou're all that's left to hold on to I'm hanging on I'm still waiting In Red Hill town The lights go down on Red Hill From father to son The blood runs thin See faces frozen still
PlayFor the victims of a longing The grave of our youth is up ahead And life has become a burden We move in circles of suppressed despair Waiting for the sun And turning stones to find evidence But it hides in the recesses of our hearts A written decree of
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