New Histories
Brooke Fraser
Blind man on a broken beam
Sharks circling under
Fine frenzies and rosy scenes
I don’t know which you are to me
Time passes for everyone
New histories, same old sun
One flame ignites, another dies
No one gets out of here alive
And I wait
I stare at the space you left
It stares back unimpressed
I said I was sorry
Now when will you come home to me
And I wait
Something’s gotta give, oh can’t you see
Someone’s gonna win eventually
We could write a new history
Oh, let’s write our new history