Arthur Hall

Just above my head, i can hear your heart beating

But i would not stand to let you in

So i forgot what you long for

And now what your terror is

And stand side by side

In the end we'll decide

When the pictures too scared for the work or

Well its for the walls we could never break down

Well this place is left empty

There's too many places

For the ones who cant hang around

Yeah your hum hem home

Or hum home hem

Is there something that seeps slowly from your skin?

Or oh does it drip drolly from your sense of

Whats a sin? i know that its never been easy

But so many things, oh they've just never been

Oh, no no no.

But its true your heart, it was always a pure one

You can feel it in each second guess

But the things you prescribed for your self-preservation

Were mildly destructive at best, we were patient

And wondered sometimes, "where you headed?"

But oh no, no we never knew

Despite all the things that you dreaded

To find something fresh, something real, something true.