[Intro]
[Instrumentation: clean guitar counts uneven 5/4 while distant monitors answer in threes]

[Verse 1]
Seat number one holds a factory hand,
His thumb wrapped tight in a takeaway bag.
Seat number two holds a woman in grey,
Who whispers the month but forgets the day.
Seat number three holds a boy named Leo,
Counting the tiles in uneven rows.
Seat number four is a coat and a cane—
Its owner is pacing the hall again.

[Pre-Chorus]
The clock has hands but will not move,
The screen has names it cannot soothe.
We call one in, three more arrive—
The room asks who deserves the time.

[Chorus]
There are no windows in the waiting room,
No sign of morning, sun or moon.
Only numbers turning red,
Only rumours passed instead.
There are no windows in the waiting room—
Still holding pain beneath their clothes.

[Verse 2]
A daughter demands that her father be seen,
A father insists that his daughter can breathe.
The factory hand says, “I’ve paid my share,”
The woman in grey says, “Is this my chair?”
Leo’s mother kneels by his shoe,
Ties it once, then ties it anew.
June calls a name; no answer comes—
The coat and the cane are suddenly gone.

[Pre-Chorus]
A voice grows sharp, a bottle falls,
A fist leaves thunder in the walls.
Behind the rage, the oldest plea:
“Please prove that somebody sees me.”

[Chorus]
There are no windows in the waiting room,
No sign of morning, sun or moon.
Only numbers turning red,
Only rumours passed instead.
There are no windows in the waiting room—
Still holding pain beneath their clothes.

[Interlude]
[Call and Response: PATIENTS + MARA]

PATIENTS:
How long?
MARA:
I cannot say.
PATIENTS:
How long?
MARA:
We count another day.
PATIENTS:
How long?
MARA:
Your name is on the screen.
PATIENTS:
How long?
MARA:
Longer than it should have been.

[Bridge]
I want to cut a window wide,
Let dawn come pouring through the side.
But concrete carries pipes, not skies,
And triage learns to ration eyes.

[Second Bridge]
So I kneel down by Leo’s chair,
Ask what he counts to conquer fear.
He says, “The blue ones make a sea.”
For half a breath, he counts with me.

[Final Chorus]
There are no windows in the waiting room,
So Leo paints one on the gloom.
Seven blue tiles, four of white—
A little ocean under light.
There are no windows in the waiting room,
Every face becomes a moon.

[Outro]
[Instrumentation: clean guitar continues alone in 5/4]

Seat number one. Seat number two.
I know the queue. I know it’s you.
I know the pain behind the door.
I cannot make one minute more.
