| Song | Come with Your Arms |
| Artist | Saturday Looks Good to Me |
| Album | Fill Up the Room |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thomas | |
| Come with your arms | |
| Come with your screaming, embarrassing heart | |
| Shining a beam if you come in the dark | |
| To show every part | |
| And make yourself light as the air | |
| Come with your hands | |
| Conducting a chorus of fervor and flags | |
| Packing your past into old plastic bags | |
| The darkness will drag | |
| 'Til you feel like the only one there | |
| So how could you even begin to believe in | |
| The things people say | |
| The world in that way? | |
| And could you see me there | |
| With car keys and wheelchairs | |
| And things thrown away? | |
| Come with your bones | |
| And the long list of names that won't leave you alone | |
| Posing as problems pretending they're poems | |
| They glower and glow | |
| As they spit sanctimonious swears | |
| And come with your paws | |
| Grinding your teeth like the teeth of a saw | |
| With the horror that sleeps in the hinge of your jaw, | |
| The worst of them all | |
| Til you feel like the only one there | |
| So how could you even begin to believe invisibility? | |
| In a world you can't see? | |
| We clatter and clamor | |
| We falter and scatter and fall off like leaves. |
| zuo ci : Thomas | |
| Come with your arms | |
| Come with your screaming, embarrassing heart | |
| Shining a beam if you come in the dark | |
| To show every part | |
| And make yourself light as the air | |
| Come with your hands | |
| Conducting a chorus of fervor and flags | |
| Packing your past into old plastic bags | |
| The darkness will drag | |
| ' Til you feel like the only one there | |
| So how could you even begin to believe in | |
| The things people say | |
| The world in that way? | |
| And could you see me there | |
| With car keys and wheelchairs | |
| And things thrown away? | |
| Come with your bones | |
| And the long list of names that won' t leave you alone | |
| Posing as problems pretending they' re poems | |
| They glower and glow | |
| As they spit sanctimonious swears | |
| And come with your paws | |
| Grinding your teeth like the teeth of a saw | |
| With the horror that sleeps in the hinge of your jaw, | |
| The worst of them all | |
| Til you feel like the only one there | |
| So how could you even begin to believe invisibility? | |
| In a world you can' t see? | |
| We clatter and clamor | |
| We falter and scatter and fall off like leaves. |
| zuò cí : Thomas | |
| Come with your arms | |
| Come with your screaming, embarrassing heart | |
| Shining a beam if you come in the dark | |
| To show every part | |
| And make yourself light as the air | |
| Come with your hands | |
| Conducting a chorus of fervor and flags | |
| Packing your past into old plastic bags | |
| The darkness will drag | |
| ' Til you feel like the only one there | |
| So how could you even begin to believe in | |
| The things people say | |
| The world in that way? | |
| And could you see me there | |
| With car keys and wheelchairs | |
| And things thrown away? | |
| Come with your bones | |
| And the long list of names that won' t leave you alone | |
| Posing as problems pretending they' re poems | |
| They glower and glow | |
| As they spit sanctimonious swears | |
| And come with your paws | |
| Grinding your teeth like the teeth of a saw | |
| With the horror that sleeps in the hinge of your jaw, | |
| The worst of them all | |
| Til you feel like the only one there | |
| So how could you even begin to believe invisibility? | |
| In a world you can' t see? | |
| We clatter and clamor | |
| We falter and scatter and fall off like leaves. |