Gentle, the body breaks, another holiday year To begin, to end, to get lost in
But our arms admire the slightest pause To begin, to end, to get lost in
But who are you to blame? And who are you?
You were not supposed to see this You were not supposed to hear a sound
You were not supposed to know what's going on
But our art desires the violent start To begin, to end, to get lost in
But who are you to blame? And what's your claim to faith?
The picket fence sustains To laugh off all our days
And laugh off all
You were not supposed to see this You were not supposed to hear a sound
You were not supposed to know what's going on
You were not supposed to see this You were not supposed to hear a sound
You were not supposed to know what's going on
Instrumental
Before you're there Let's try
Let's remember
Before you're there
Before you're there
Let's crumble
Let's crumble
Before you're there
Before you're there
Let's stumble
Let's stumble
Before you're there
You were not supposed to see this You were not supposed to hear a sound
You were not supposed to know what's going on
You were not supposed to see this You were not supposed to hear a sound
You were not supposed to know what's going on
To know
To know
To know
To know
To know
To know