Waiting

Listen in another call
You think I might have learned
Suddenly I'm flying again
Overhead, places I've never been

Now I'm moving on again
All my friends are leaving
Separate what's real or fake or in my head
There must be something more

My standing heart beats slow
Better ones below
Together in a garden, your eyes trailing towards me
I looked out for anyone

Now I'm moving on again
All my friends are leaving
Separate what's real or fake or in my head
There must be something more



Credits
Writer(s): Laney Tripp
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