Waiting Songtext
von Kendra Morris

Patterned leather mama
Lick those lips, strawberry gloss on ice
Brick smile mister
Razor blade shiny, colour your eyes
Have you got a sister?
Does she know what′s going on while you ride?
Tell it to the sun chief
Has he got a warrior for a wife?
Drag your lover down low
To the wharf to make love with the rats
Quit acting like a fool, you
Will bruise up like an apple, mind has passed

And it's like charm
And it′s like grace
To be born
From this place


'Cause we're waiting (waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting)
For the fire, the fire to start bleeding
Yeah, we′re waiting (waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting)
For the fire, the fire to start breathing

Suitcase full of handbags
Wallet made of gator, ready to bite
Pages of a novel
White and black with red lace between the lines
Detonating woman
Oozing from the dripping from the right
Laying like a soldier
After he has lost his final fight
Decorate the ceiling
With streamers of the lovers up in your life
Just another party
Always know exactly who to invite

And all the harm
To be true
To love someone
Who is you


′Cause we're waiting (waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting)
For the fire, the fire to start bleeding
Yeah, we′re waiting (waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting)
For the fire, the fire to start breathing

Don't you know, don′t you really, really wanna know
Who you gonna blame when you're going to the get go?
There′s a riot, there's a riot right in front of you
Didn't you have a clue what you really wanna do?
Who′s got the sprain in the hand?
Who′s got the twist of the wrist?
Who's got the crack in the back?
I′m not the one with the list, yeah
Who's got the sprain in the hand? Yeah
Who′s got the twist of the wrist?
Who's got the crack in the back? Yeah
I′m not the one with the list

We're waiting, yeah
For the fire
Yeah, we're waiting, yeah
For the fire
Yeah, we′re waiting, yeah
For the fire
Yeah, we′re waiting, yeah
For the fire