Waiting List Songtext
von Bumblebees

Breakfast in bed, I feel grease on my skin
It′s the alphabet soup dripping on my chin
Eating tasteless letters as a daily routine
But why should I care? I won't be seen

I′m drifting down, I'm being pushed around
Dissected words falling on the ground
I try to read but feel like a creep
Is there a magic spell, to let me back in?

The sounds I make don't mean a thing
When there′s no one listening

I′ve been alone for such a long time
I no longer know if I exist
I've been alone and I′ve been wondering
Does existence have a waiting list?

What is the worth of a word in the wind?
What is the worth of anything?
Dozens of pages, a letter to myself
Thousands of letters, meant for someone else


I'm drifting down, I′m being pushed around
Dissected words falling on the ground
I try to read but feel like a creep
Is there a magic spell, to let me back in?

The sounds I make don't mean a thing
When there′s no one listening
(Hey, is anyone listening?)
The sounds I make don't mean a thing
When there's no one listening

I′ve been alone for such a long time
I no longer know if I exist
I′ve been alone and I've been wondering
Does existence have a waiting list?

I′m drifting down, I'm being pushed around
Dissected words falling on the ground
The sounds I make don′t mean a thing
When there's no one, no one listening

Such a long time, such a long time

I′ve been alone for such a long time
I no longer know if I exist
I've been alone and I've been wondering
Does existence have a waiting list?