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