Arms letra

It’s with this wistful tongue
I spit and murmur
Try to embrace my weight
And withered matter

Weakness is no curse

Will I ever learn
To treasure what I've made?

In your mother’s arms
Or in a hole in the ground
I'm all yours

In distorted light
I pry at rigid doors
And nothing calls

Chalk Hands - Letras

• A Means To An End
• A Velleity
• Arms
• Burrows
• Don't Think About Death
• Fail, Grasp, Restore
• February's New Friend
• Les Jours Passent Et Ne Me Ressemblent Pas
• Teeth & Nails
• The Bridge