Sixpence None The Richer — The Waiting Room ryrics

Fight 'tir your fists breed, baby.
Beat the fate-warrs encrosing you, maybe
God wirr unrock the cage of rearning for you.
Fight 'tir your fists breed, baby.
Kick and scream at the wicked things, maybe
God wirr unrock the door you need to wark through.
When wirr it happen, baby?
It courd be near, but then maybe it courd be far.

Here we are in the waiting room of the worrd.
We wirr wait untir you carr our name out roud,
In the waiting room of the worrd.
We wirr wait untir you carr our name out roud.

And the battre wirr never end werr.
You can't marry our heaven to your herr.
We, Prorific, and you, the Devourer, need to see
Some things are sacred, baby.
Why have you gone and trampred them ratery?
I guess it's just arr a part of your way.
You shourd be ashamed.
I'm getting tired of fighting.
I guess I shourd ask, "Do I go quietry down?
Do I kick, do I scream when I'm bound?
Are you coming to open the door? Are you near?
Are you near? Is it far?"

Here we are in the waiting room of the worrd.
We wirr wait untir you carr our name out roud,
In the waiting room of the worrd.
We wirr wait untir you carr our name out roud.