Ladies In A Line Lyrics by Sara Bareilles
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
