Arms
Three Mile Island
haven?t found the time to feed uscurled and weeping audibly ? ooh, what a scenefolds its spine and lie between ussprawled upon the lawn for all to seedo the warnings give you shiversare your mornings grim and grey ? ooh, we?re the samewe?ll sit in air-conditioned theaterswile away the hours until we changemaybe in timesomething will soothe your trouble in mindriot in your porestill you don?t mindthe itch in your feetthe sounds at nightthe devil at your doorswinging cats in pillowcasessmacking hats off people?s heads ? ooh things were saidthat singed the eyebrows from their facesplanted seeds of worry in their bedsmaybe in timesomething will soothe your trouble in mindfire in your bonesbaby, you?re big with the news when i get homeyou?re marking where it starts, and where it endsand watching how the look of love, it burns, and bendsand how the sidewalk doesn?t end, it just turns into road
From Letras Mania