[Intro] (ambient pad, bowed bass, pedal steel drifting) [Verse 1] (fingerstyle steel-string, brushed cymbals, rhodes) The test is at the lab, the letter's somewhere in the post The verdict and the phone call and the thing that matters most And until it comes she's hanging in a strange and level air Too high to do a single thing, too caught to leave it there [Chorus] (band lifts gently, glassy synth, hushed vocal) The holding pattern, circling in the blue Nothing's been decided so there's nothing she can do And the terror should be screaming but it's quiet as a stone There's a peace inside the waiting that she's never really known [Verse 2] (bowed bass, mellotron pads) A man awaits a biopsy, a couple waits to hear If the offer or the answer turns the page or holds them here They cook, they fold the laundry, they go gentle through the day Suspended in the interval before it goes one way [Chorus] (fuller, synth swells rising) The holding pattern, circling in the blue Nothing's been decided so there's nothing she can do And the terror should be screaming but it's quiet as a stone There's a peace inside the waiting that she's never really known [Bridge] (drums drop, pad and steel only) It's the last hour of the maybe, when the both of it is true When the yes and no are equal and the future's still on cue Once it lands you'll have to carry it, the weight of what is real But aloft it's only possible, and possible can heal [Synth and Steel Solo] (analog lead and pedal steel over drone) [Chorus] (final, stacked harmonies) The holding pattern, and she almost wants to stay In the level gray suspension just before it falls away The fuel won't last forever and the tower's going to call But for now she's only circling, and that's not so bad at all [Outro] (pad thinning, steel trailing) The phone sits dark, the letter's out there somewhere in the night (circle low, circle low) And the waiting feels like flight
