Waiting in the petrie dish Anonymous, our greatest wish I wonder will you ever see A hundred men in their white coats From Lands End up to John O'Groats Defy biology
When I think of all the years we spent The ways, the means to just prevent you Now the final irony The secret love we made at night Now distilled in broad daylight For everyone to see But some things are never meant to be But could you be Oh could you be Who could you be?
You could be two yards tall You could be beautiful You could be plain, so plain You could be anyone You could be our best chance You could refuse the dance You could be all these things All these things All these things Or nothing at all
We've read the maps We know the ropes We know to never get our hopes up Who would bet with odds so low? So I don't blink when choirs sing Or linger over tiny things That way we never go And some things are never meant to be But could you be Oh could you be Who could you be?
You could be a saint or sinner Chaos-maker, spit your dinner You could make us proud Or break our hearts You could stride in like a giant Crash the car Or be compliant Complicated, clear as water Billionaire or begging quarters You could be a son or daughter
Waiting in the petrie dish Anonymous, our greatest wish I wonder will you ever see The hundred men in their white coats From Lands End up to John O'Groats Defy, defy Biology
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