Beth Karp - 7 Degrees Lyrics

Silently she waits
Sitting on the edge of your seat again
Navigation says
7 degrees west of the finish line

I keep waiting
I keep breaking

Teaters on the tongue
Barrel of a gun resting on the edge
Cuts just like a knife
Falling through clouds but I wake up on time

I keep waiting
I keep breaking

[left] Wake up x4
[right] I'm falling short, Am I enough, Never quite make it
[centre] When will I be happy, When will I be free, When will I stop waiting, To be just what I need x2

I keep waiting
I keep breaking

Live die and repeat
Get knocked down off my feet but I'm up again
Wonder if I learn
But the rules keep changing all the time and

I keep waiting
I keep breaking
X3