Ladies in a line Waiting for the fine-tipped needles Craving just a tiny piece of good news
The doctors have ideas But tell you nothing is for certain And medicine's amazing but it isn't perfect
Empty arms With lists of names The cruel truth of starting late Life was asking Other questions till now Ladies in a line Ladies in a line Ladies in a line
The depths of this are changing Reminds me of the ocean floor I'm just swimming where they tell me to Till I can't swim no more
The thing that keeps me going Is a quiet kind of faith That what is meant to find me will find me Anywhere I am anyway
But empty arms With lists of names Grief is a blanket, and it covers everything Life was asking Other questions till now Ladies in a line Ladies in a line Ladies in a line Ladies in a line Ladies in a line Ladies in a line
