She dreams china white behind her eyes of china blue

Her future wrapped in velvet and her memories wrapped in warm cotton

wool

And the coffee grounds

are burying the hours that she killed

in another murder of a day

Her patience starts to crumble

like a rock that turns to sand

and time breaks down to seconds

when you're waiting, waiting on a man, waiting on a man

She's checking out the doorway while she's checking out the guy

Whose drunk imagination is climbing up the ladder of her silk clad thigh

And the cigarettes

are burning up the hours that she killed

in another murder of a day

Her patience starts to crumble

like a rock that turns to sand

and time breaks down to seconds

when you're waiting, waiting on a man, waiting on a man, waiting on a

man

It seems so long since yesterday

The time goes by so slow

When you're waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show

She shivers in a cold sweat that she's trying to ignore,

As she wraps her shaking fingers round the loose change by the phone,

She needs him more than she'll admit and more than others need to know,

She hopes the knots that tie her stomach are only butterflies,

The time goes by so slow

When you're waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show.

She prays that no one pays attention

As she punches out the call,

As she fumbles with the number

That the panic still doesn't show,

She prays the lights stay green all night

She prays the traffic doesn't slow,

And that the knots that tie her stomach are only butterflies,

Only butterflies, fly by every day

While you're waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show

There he stands behind the door,

She reaches for her coat to go,

And she wanders away in a dream

She wanders away to a dream

She threads her way home through the neon washed alleyways

She flirts with the shadows and skirts round the victims

Of a night that