Song | Come with Your Arms |
Artist | Saturday Looks Good to Me |
Album | Fill Up the Room |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Thomas | |
Come with your arms | |
Come with your screaming, embarrassing heart | |
Shining a beam if you come in the dark | |
To show every part | |
And make yourself light as the air | |
Come with your hands | |
Conducting a chorus of fervor and flags | |
Packing your past into old plastic bags | |
The darkness will drag | |
'Til you feel like the only one there | |
So how could you even begin to believe in | |
The things people say | |
The world in that way? | |
And could you see me there | |
With car keys and wheelchairs | |
And things thrown away? | |
Come with your bones | |
And the long list of names that won't leave you alone | |
Posing as problems pretending they're poems | |
They glower and glow | |
As they spit sanctimonious swears | |
And come with your paws | |
Grinding your teeth like the teeth of a saw | |
With the horror that sleeps in the hinge of your jaw, | |
The worst of them all | |
Til you feel like the only one there | |
So how could you even begin to believe invisibility? | |
In a world you can't see? | |
We clatter and clamor | |
We falter and scatter and fall off like leaves. |
zuo ci : Thomas | |
Come with your arms | |
Come with your screaming, embarrassing heart | |
Shining a beam if you come in the dark | |
To show every part | |
And make yourself light as the air | |
Come with your hands | |
Conducting a chorus of fervor and flags | |
Packing your past into old plastic bags | |
The darkness will drag | |
' Til you feel like the only one there | |
So how could you even begin to believe in | |
The things people say | |
The world in that way? | |
And could you see me there | |
With car keys and wheelchairs | |
And things thrown away? | |
Come with your bones | |
And the long list of names that won' t leave you alone | |
Posing as problems pretending they' re poems | |
They glower and glow | |
As they spit sanctimonious swears | |
And come with your paws | |
Grinding your teeth like the teeth of a saw | |
With the horror that sleeps in the hinge of your jaw, | |
The worst of them all | |
Til you feel like the only one there | |
So how could you even begin to believe invisibility? | |
In a world you can' t see? | |
We clatter and clamor | |
We falter and scatter and fall off like leaves. |
zuò cí : Thomas | |
Come with your arms | |
Come with your screaming, embarrassing heart | |
Shining a beam if you come in the dark | |
To show every part | |
And make yourself light as the air | |
Come with your hands | |
Conducting a chorus of fervor and flags | |
Packing your past into old plastic bags | |
The darkness will drag | |
' Til you feel like the only one there | |
So how could you even begin to believe in | |
The things people say | |
The world in that way? | |
And could you see me there | |
With car keys and wheelchairs | |
And things thrown away? | |
Come with your bones | |
And the long list of names that won' t leave you alone | |
Posing as problems pretending they' re poems | |
They glower and glow | |
As they spit sanctimonious swears | |
And come with your paws | |
Grinding your teeth like the teeth of a saw | |
With the horror that sleeps in the hinge of your jaw, | |
The worst of them all | |
Til you feel like the only one there | |
So how could you even begin to believe invisibility? | |
In a world you can' t see? | |
We clatter and clamor | |
We falter and scatter and fall off like leaves. |