Arms - Three Mile Island lyrics

haven't found the time to feed us curled and weeping audibly — ooh, what a scene folds its spine and lie between us sprawled upon the lawn for all to see do the warnings give you shivers are your mornings grim and grey — ooh, we're the same we'll sit in air-conditioned theaters wile away the hours until we change maybe in time something will soothe your trouble in mind riot in your pores till you don't mind the itch in your feet the sounds at night the devil at your door swinging cats in pillowcases smacking hats off people's heads — ooh things were said that singed the eyebrows from their faces planted seeds of worry in their beds maybe in time something will soothe your trouble in mind fire in your bones baby, you're big with the news when I get home you're marking where it starts, and where it ends and watching how the look of love, it burns, and bends and how the sidewalk doesn't end, it just turns into road