Arms
by Chalk Hands
From the album: Burrows & Other Hideouts
Duration: 4:38
Lyrics for Arms
It's with this wistful tongue I spit and murmur Try to embrace my weight And withered matter Weakness is no curse Will i ever learn To treasure what i've made? In your mother's arms Or in a hole in the ground I'm all yours In distorted light I pry at rigid doors And nothing calls