The waiting room clock is broken in the backroom surgery
They say they have the antidote for unwanted memories
I cant erase enough of you
The doctor stinks of fags and sherry, and through tired grin (he said)
Are you sitting comfortably, then I guess we can begin
Slowly fade into the blue
I cant erase enough of you
Colours running through my heart and into my veins
Cover me in all
The million different Polaroids stuck inside my brain
Take what you find
Something ventured nothing gained
The waiting room clock is broken in this backroom surgery
They say they have the antidote for unwanted memories
But something itches in my mind
Like i've been here a thousand times