The Fighting Huk**s - Waiting lyrics

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