Ladies in a line

Waiting for the fine-tipped needles

Craving just a tiny piece of good news.

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

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

What is meant to find me will find me

Anywhere I am anyway.

But empty arms with lists of names

Grief is a blanket, 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

Ladies in a line

Ladies in a line

Ladies in a line.

Ladies in a line

Ladies in a line

Ladies in a line.