Ásgeir Trausti

Waiting Room
I was away when I heard The news My brother called me up From the damned waiting room I got a ticket to ride Back home My mind was racing In fear of the unknown I saw a dry barren land All looked so lifeless and bland On my way Wait up before you cross the lake Down by the ocean we hoped To build a house Tune into the sound of waves And watch the sun go down Riding along the open road In a haze It only took hours But felt like many days I saw a dry barren land All looked so lifeless and bland The road into town seemed so long The bird's sang a sad sad song On my way Wait up before you cross the lake From Letras Mania