Текст песни all I want, - only one street-level miracle

imogen heap - wait it out

Where do we go from here?
How do we carry on?
I can't get beyond the questions...

Clambering for the scraps
in the shatter of us collapsed.
Is cuts me with every "could have been."

Pain on pain on play, repeating.
With the backup makeshift life in waiting.

Everybody says
that time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out...?

There's nothing to see here now
turning the sign around
We're closed to the Earth til further notice.
A stumbling, cliched case
Crumpled and puffy faced
Dead in the stare of a thousand miles

All I want, only one street-level miracle
I'll be an out-in-out, born-again; from now on more cynical.

Everybody says
that time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hallow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out...?

...and sit here cold?
Look, you'll be long gone by then,
and lackluster.
In dust we lay
'round old magazines.
Fluorescent lighting sets the scene
for all we could and should be being
in the one life that we've got...

Everybody says
that time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in-between?

Are we just going to wait it out?
Sit here...
...just going to wait it out?
Sit here cold...
...just going to sweat it out?

Wait it out.