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• Artiste: Saturday Looks Good To Me
• Titre: Come With Your Arms
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Come with your arms Come with your screaming, embarrassing heart Shining a beam if you come in the dark To show every part And make yourself light as the air Come with your hands Conducting a chorus of fervor and flags Packing your past into old plastic bags The darkness will drag 'Til you feel like the only one there So how could you even begin to believe in The things people say The world in that way? And could you see me there With car keys and wheelchairs And things thrown away? Come with your bones And the long list of names that won't leave you alone Posing as problems pretending they're poems They glower and glow As they spit sanctimonious swears And come with your paws Grinding your teeth like the teeth of a saw With the horror that sleeps in the hinge of your jaw, The worst of them all Til you feel like the only one there So how could you even begin to believe invisibility? In a world you can't see? We clatter and clamor We falter and scatter and fall off like leaves.