And There She Was Lying In Wait - Triggerfinger

And there she was lying in wait

Silently adrift

A raving reckless renegade

A prelude to a shift

Nothing to lose and a vision to gain

In pretty pain and ugly joy

Under cover of the hard rain

On the verge of being a toy

Some questions she asks herself at night

Are best left util morning

Some questions she asks herself at night

They stick up without warning

Working at the edge of spotlight

In a coloful society of friends

With no regard for stage fright

The hard shoulder ends

She’s willing to be fearless

She’s walking around without any clearance

Expectation in the dimness

Careful about her appearance

Some questions she asks herself at night

Are best left util morning

Some questions she asks herself at night

They stick up without warning