When - Holly Throsby

When will I be over this*

A body on a wing

When will I see you

And feel none of anything

When the stars run out of gas

When the bluebirds leave my chest

When the warriors make amends

And I can stop pretending

When, when

When will I be over you

My body on the wing

When will I think of you

And feel none of anything

When the horses lay to rest

When the pears fall off the branch

When the bells no longer ring

And I can stop pretending

When, when

When the bees no longer sting

When the bells no longer ring

When all my ships come in

And I can stop pretending

When, when