Lyricist: Arthur Beatrice Composer: Arthur Beatrice
Laid out
Be my calm
Hear the dearest threads
Of old yarns
Exercise and test
All that feels wrong
Know me as the best
You've never learned
Never heard
Tether thrown
Far from home
And all full blown
Only lone
So, help this poor
Thing down on all his fours
Retching with the words you've never heard
Full grown and fit to burst
Of those arms
I cannot find the face
Who owns harm
Drain me of all verse
And I'm done
Hollow as the best
Ever heard
For the first
Tether thrown
Far from home
And all full blown
So, help this poor
Thing down on all his fours
Retching with the words you've never heard
Full grown and fit to burst