The Waiting Room
Poor Old Lu Lyrics


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She was staring at the ceiling
I was staring at the floor
He was fixed in thought and wonder of what lied behind the door

There was a man with little movement
I knew I'd seen him here before
The people with the children were sick to death and would wait no more
The world it can't be moving
It's been two thousand years or
Have I stopped breathing?
Have I stopped believing?
Believe me, I

He must've talked for forever
I think they finally turned away
And I was thinking to myself I should have plenty more to say

And some were getting very restless
Some were filling up the days
I was hoping that the girl with the curl would be safe

The world it can't be moving
It's been two thousand years or
Have I stopped breathing?
Have I stopped believing?
Believe me, I
Just want to have the patience of a saint who waits at the gate
Please don't be late

The floors are giving in
The walls are getting thin
The clock is moving slow
My breathing comes and goes
The room is getting small
The sin is growing tall
We wait for the day
We wait for the day

The world it can't be moving
It's been two thousand years or
Have I stopped breathing?
Have I stopped believing?
Believe me, I
Just want to have the patience of a saint who waits at the gate
Please don't be late

She was full of good intentions
I was full with all my greed
He was holding out his hands as if to give, as if to bleed

There was a man with little substance
I know I'd seen him here indeed
The people with the children spoke so soft to confess their need

And some are getting hopeless




Some are filling up the days
I am hoping on a promise, on a gift, and so I wait

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Poor Old Lu's song "The Waiting Room" speaks about the waiting room of life that is filled with restless people who are waiting for something significant to happen. It highlights the different kinds of people who are present in this room; people who are sick, the restless, the hopeless, and the ones who are full of good intentions, greed, and little substance. The first verse speaks of the singer staring aimlessly at the floor while a lady stares at the ceiling. Meanwhile, another man is preoccupied with what lies behind the door.


The second verse of the song highlights how the people in the waiting room are losing their patience while they wait. The singer reflects on how time seems to be standing still despite the world supposedly turning for two thousand years. The song speaks of the desire to have the patience of a saint who can wait at the gate without being late. The bridge of the song talks about the small room that is becoming increasingly suffocating as everyone waits. Still, amidst all this, there is a glimmer of hope that is spoken of, which the singer is trusting in.


The song ends with a note of positivity, with the singer hoping on a promise, on a gift that they are certain will arrive. In conclusion, this song speaks of different people's struggles and experiences in life as they wait for something positive to happen. Despite the challenging nature of life, there is always hope to hold onto, trust in something good, and hold on until the waiting room ends.


Line by Line Meaning

She was staring at the ceiling
A girl was looking above, perhaps deep in thought or boredom


I was staring at the floor
The singer was also lost in thought and looking downwards


He was fixed in thought and wonder of what lied behind the door
Another person was pondering on what could be behind a door, deep in his own thoughts


There was a man with little movement
A man who appeared unresponsive and barely moved caught the artist's attention


I knew I'd seen him here before
The artist recognized the man, indicating that he's been in the same situation before


The people with the children were sick to death and would wait no more
Families with kids were growing impatient and tired of waiting


The world it can't be moving It's been two thousand years or Have I stopped breathing? Have I stopped believing? Believe me, I
The singer expresses his confusion and wonder about time and his own existence


He must've talked for forever I think they finally turned away And I was thinking to myself I should have plenty more to say
Someone talked for a long time but was ignored, while the artist felt like he had more to contribute


And some were getting very restless Some were filling up the days I was hoping that the girl with the curl would be safe
People were getting restless and finding ways to pass the time, while the artist worried about the girl's safety


Just want to have the patience of a saint who waits at the gate Please don't be late
The artist wishes to have the patience of a saint while waiting for someone, hoping that person isn't late


The floors are giving in The walls are getting thin The clock is moving slow My breathing comes and goes The room is getting small The sin is growing tall We wait for the day We wait for the day
The setting is deteriorating, and the anticipation and strain of waiting is growing, emphasizing the frustration and hopelessness the singer feels


She was full of good intentions I was full with all my greed He was holding out his hands as if to give, as if to bleed
The artist and other people in the room were each experiencing their own emotions and thoughts


There was a man with little substance I know I'd seen him here indeed The people with the children spoke so soft to confess their need
The singer observed certain individuals in the room and their behavior during the waiting time


And some are getting hopeless Some are filling up the days I am hoping on a promise, on a gift, and so I wait
People's moods are becoming more negative, while the singer holds on to hope while waiting for a promise or gift




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