DAVID ARN lyrics : "What comes next"
At the upstream Gallery East
Itâ??s there we compare pains we bear the best
With pleasures we share the least
Sheâ??s been gone, her mind is on the ropes again
Back from London, where coming undone, is no longer such a deal
Paint on her dreams has trouble drying,
sheâ??s been stunt flying over danger zones
as she lifts up her eyes, finds her stage, and makes her appeal.
Itâ??s not like weâ??re waiting
For a world that connects
Weâ??re not anticipating
Some miracle that corrects
All this time alone
Weâ??ve always known it was more complex
Weâ??re waiting for what comes next
She doesnâ??t want genius in a stroller
She knows heaven is not the sky
Long gone are days when newspapers talked to her
And flags waved goodbye
Sad Jane, I wish I could contain
Every storm you see in the lull
So many nights your pillow is staying empty now
While your mind is staying full
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