Working Girl

I'm holding my breath like a symphony
Biding my tongue 'til I can't breathe
It's the season
I'm packing my dresses up at night
When all the greats we love have died
Give me a reason

When everyone that you love and you know
Pushes like the wind and says, go

You get going, go
Get going, go
Get going, going, go

The full moon rises up and I know.
The souls of kings and princes go
It's the season
I read it in the news today
The whole world cried for everything we believed in.

When everyone that you love and you know
Pushes like the wind and says, go

Get going, go
Get going, go
Get going, going, go

You're running up that hill, and your lambs are all but still
Your heron bird hears every word and he carries you until
The olive trees and oranges we seed
You're flying high like the raven who cries
And she's searching just like me

You get going, go
Get going, go
Get going, going, go