Sore - Arms

On the way here

Through the brightest of years

With an orange tint

To the atmosphere

There were spinning skies

And the waters did rise

And all the good advice

Couldn’t keep us in line

Is it weird

When it’s breathing so near?

Howling all in your ears

Could bring a stone to tears

And what will you do

When it crawls up on you

Prowling all in your room

And we all are born anew

Hoo hoo

Are my legs sore

Won’t you pack it up

Won’t you pack it up

Hoo hoo

Are my legs sore

Won’t you pack it up

Won’t you pack it up

There’s a low moan

In the eaves and shadows

In the death throes

Of your calicos

As the snowflakes rise

Through the streetlights outside

I hold you too tight

Kiss the coins from your eyes

Emily

You’re the violence i need

Steam and metal and speed

And thoughts to sew the seeds

You bathe in the fear

Till the coal has gone clear

Diamond hardened and cleaved

Make a promise you can keep

Hoo hoo

Are my legs sore

Won’t you pack it up

Won’t you pack it up

Hoo hoo

Are my legs sore

Wanna pack it up

Won’t you pack it up