Gentle the body breaks Another holiday year To begin To end To get lost in
But our arms admire the slightest pause To begin To end To get lost in
But who are you to blame? And who are you?
You were not supposed to see this You were not supposed to hear a sound You were not supposed to know what's going on
But our arch desires the violent start To begin To end To get lost in But who are you to blame? And what's your claim to faith? The picket fence sustains To laugh off all our days And laugh off all Before your bed let's tremble
Before your bed let's crumble
Before you're dead let's stumble
You were not supposed to see this You were not supposed to hear a sound You were not supposed to know what's going on