Lyrics

RECOVER SOON

The world spins on, the world spins on
Your latest low is my foundation
I am the litter you discard
I am a butterfly you trapped in a jar

Is this your big idea of romance?
There wasn’t a ghost of a chance
No chance

I see a clock whose hands have stopped in time
I see a face a little past its prime
And I’ll be watching
Waiting for you
To discover
I’ll recover soon

The world spins on, I cannot move
You haven’t touched me, but I still feel bruised

Please have the grace to just walk away
At the end of the day
The end

Here’s to fresh starts, your words like paper cuts healing
Here’s to fresh starts and courage to give my pain meaning
Now I see you
Now I see who you are
Who you are, who you are

I will recover soon
I will recover soon

© Catherine Thomas 2025