Arms are Charts, in that the scars in our arms are maps to where we have been, and sometimes to where we are going.
lyrics
As we work at rolling back the things we said
I don't know, child,
If I'll find my way back?
As you slowly slip your hands to be in mine
i find that it's alright that
Someday they'll be cold
And my arms are marred with time again
they're charts
i don't know If i can ever tell you where
And this tar filling old holes in my sides
Is a part of why I'm afraid of being let outside
Hold me down hold me down
Hold me down Hold me down
And my sense of seeming so left behind
Is fading with every time you come around
and the ants are leaving trails on the walls around my heart again
But this time there's no fear that I'll be found
And this tar filling old holes in my sides
Is a part of why I'm afraid of being let outside
Hold me down hold me down
Hold me down Hold me down
Hold me down hold me down
Hold me down Hold me down
Hold me down hold me down
Hold me down Hold me down
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