Arnika - Sufjan Stevens

Arnica might take out the throes that I threw in my head

Bruno, your wife shakes the bedclothes as she makes up your bed

I’m tired of life;

I’m tired of waiting for someone

I’m tired of prices;

I’m tired of waiting for something

I have a right to know what’s in store;

to know what should be said

Could I have it all, could I have you for a night in the warmth of your bed?

I’m tired of life;

I’m tired of waiting for someone

I’m tired of prices;

I’m tired of waiting for something

I’m tired of life;

I’m tired of life

I’m tired of life;

I’m tired of life

I’m tired of life;

I’m tired of life

Oh be patient with me;

for the night weighs on my chest with a terrible storm

Though we may disagree on how things should be done on how crisis is born

Don’t consider it done, wait until Leviathan lovingly creeps in your sill

For he waits in the dark, brooding magically;

mustering paperback feelings

No I’m not afraid of death or strife or injury, accidents, they are my friends