Standing
words and music By Anne Stott
You look up from that side of the couch
But she's almost done with what takes her out
Still you can't resist that urge deep inside
So you crawl to her forsaking all you hide
It's a slow march to the altar of desire
She can't decide what will get her higher
You hold out for a choice you can't affect
Just how much of herself she'll protect
She slides off to some better option
You're left hanging in lustful confusion
Sniffing around the scene of the crime
Hoping one blink can take back this time
And if you drink from the cup that you've been handed
If you search for the truth no one is granted
If you bleed all the nights that love demands
One day, you might find yourself standing
The night dares you with veiled invitations
Before long there's no destination
Wading through the city's empty secrets
The lampposts glaring down on all you've needed
Is there enough night to hold your confusion?
Are there enough dreams to free your suspicions?
Chances and accidents walk by your side
Tripping you out of the places you hide
And if you drink from the cup that you've been handed
If you search for the truth no one is granted
If you bleed all the nights that love demands
One day, you might find yourself standing
The sun finds the cracks that make these streets
Shadows linger gently on half gone memories
This getting lost might be the only way
One lone girl ends her night in the day
And if you drink from the cup that you've been handed
If you search for the truth no one is granted
If you bleed all the nights that love demands
One day, you might find yourself standing
© 2007 Anne Stott. All rights reserved.