(Springfield/Vallance) 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