Imogen Heap

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.
It 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.
Clambering for the scraps,
Clambering in the light.
We're closed to the Earth 'til further...
An all-out one, only one street-level miracle.
I'll be a an out-and-out, born again from none more cynical.