White-washed walls and hardwood floors I remember you with blonde hair and a big-screen jaw Roaming through the streets in the middle of the night The smack from the back of a hand in the back of my mind The things I should've said The things I should've done I should've slid down and stepped in But I was already gone We were waiting For a break in the silence We were waiting For a break in the silence, in the silence In the silence, a break in the silence I was at school on the east coast It was 3 a.m. when I heard the sound of a weeping ghost Roaming through the streets in the middle of the night The smack from the back of a hand in the back of my mind The things I should've said The things I should've done I should've slid down and stepped in But I was already gone We were waiting For a break in the silence We were waiting For a break in the silence, in the silence In the silence, a break in the silence The things I should've said The things I should've done I should've slid down and stepped in But I was already gone We were waiting For a break in the silence We were waiting For a break in the silence, in the silence In the silence, a break in the silence