She, that instant and immortal she
always standing where you want to be
she moves the backdrop falls away
the pleasure centre yells hooray
she’s a blip on your detector
a bogey on your scope
she’s coming for you
how will you ever cope
you can’t drown her in alcohol
or dodge her with dope
you better learn to pray now
it’s your only hope
She that anchor in a rolling sea
redefines this brief reality
The waves may crash the wind may roar
and all you’ll ever want is more, more, more
she’s a blip on your detector
a bogey on your scope
she’s coming for you
how will you ever cope
You’re standing on a cliff edge and
you just ran out of rope
you better learn to pray now
it’s your only hope
Wrote this in Montréal. Although it’s just a midi piano line here, try to imagine it as arena rock, because that’s how I hear it.
