Quiet Your Arms - Old Earth

And over now

That fight won’t fade

And it’s awful how

That line degrades

On account of fits from the other side

I would count those waves on a boat

Fool around unfit for the other’s eyes

As the fate’s all filled up with smoke

It’s the only thing we built that doesn’t break

It’s the only kind of love that doesn’t fade

In the fitful sound of the polarized

They would count those wakes from the shore

Lay above like cold on the lake at night

It would wake and sneak through your door

It’s the only thing we built that dosn’t break

It’s the only love that dosn’t grow and fade

Oooh, nothin' should heal this way

Oooh, burn it today

Oooh, nothin' should heal this way

Oooh, burn it today