(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