From the recording Low Country Hill
Paul Hogeterp: vocals, piano, violin, electric guitar
Dave King: drum machine
Pat Sansone: keyboards
Winona Hogeterp: violin
Peter Zantingh: backing vocals
Lyrics
Hallway
How many years has it been now?
Same floor and same seat
Flipping through the same magazines
Still haven't read anything
And on the wall above my head
Framed trite in paradise
Florescent light glares off the glass
Bleached out words not gonna last
Whatever’s said now won't come out wise
All we got left are words from our eyes
Prayers feel more like priest than friend
So just a hand on your knee again
That room down there at the end of the hall
Sure scares the hell out of me
When the white coats come through the doorway
They don't have to say anything
Whatever’s said now won't come out wise
All we got left are words from our eyes
Prayers feel more like priest than friend
So just a hand on your knee again
Can you run outside put change in for me?
We'll be here longer than we thought
When you come back in, you know where I'll be
Same floor, same seat