She is waiting in a world Carved in bright white Examine frequently all day And every night Mind is conscience yet it's sad She ain't quite right Body broken spirit weak Oh try to hang on tight CHORUS And she wants to run away Maybe someday She'll be free, so far away from this place Her sense is keen but her thoughts They aren't working She's holding on to chains That hold her down She cries out and she gasps just to break the silence Remaining completely still To keep the voices cold inside CHORUS She's waiting for you, to open up the door