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 Im waiting for your cue
Ooooh ooh invite me to the room
Ive seen your visions and Ive read your mind
For all that Ive seen theres nothing inside
Is there a place that youll call home
When the sun goes down in that sullen (southern?) tone
Ooooh ooh Im waiting for your cue
Ooooh ooh invite me to the room