Arms - Construction lyrics

Steady your tremors Calm your nervous hearts Knit your brows and lie in the dark With your pile of silent parts Safe from your worries Sweating in your coats You will miss the softness and snow Or the row of egg-shaped holes Run your tiny fingers through mild and abiding winter Everything is strange to me Your presence gives me cause for concern Think of your parents And may they rest in peace If they were here to see this ungodly mess It would scare them half to d**h This wasn't what we planned you know We stay inside on Sunday mornings Sleeping through construction and The pounding of the rain