Arms Whirring
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
