Arms Akimbo - Two Hours Traffic

Pound on the floor

stuff your notes under my door

I’ll just cover my ears

til your voice disappears

won’t idle anymore

these waves are beating me to shore

you can call me out but i’ll be on the go

you can call me out but i’ll be lying low

make no mistake

i’ve seen you wade in dirty lakes

selling cakes to passing cars

dotting i’s, swinging arms

won’t idle anymore

these waves are beating me to shore

you can call me out but i’ll be on the go

you can call me out but i’ll be lying low

By my window hangs a bridle

arms akimbo, I’m your rider

I’m your rider