Whirring - Arms

Let’s go out on that wing

Looking for things, getting excited

Talking slow, slower than usual then

Take your fathers advice

Listen for signs, be very nice

It’s all real, nothings a joke to these kids

Keep those killers at bay

Knives in their face, send them away

It’s like love, but you’ve treated it in the usual way

Now’s the season

For smashing glasses

Cast our shadows on tall fences

People, black and white films

Girls talk to boys, boys talk to girls

So noisy, playing simultaneously

I wrote down all my thoughts

To see what I thought, I gave it a shot

And there thousands of spiraling knots

Now’s the season

For taking chances

Crooked smiles on crooked glances