Lover, you're out of luck
You can't keep getting stuck
Suffer to stay, suffer to go
Suffer you're so downhearted, oh!
You don't go out on the weekends
You don't go out on your own
You don't know how to forget this or let it go
Wasting away as a way to atone
And you're staking a claim and making a home
And you're waking up late and you're taking it slow
But you won't
Sometimes is not enough
You get it just to give it up
Nothing to say, nowhere to go
Nothing but ìoh, I'm sorryî -- No!
You don't go out on the weekdays
You don't go out of your home
You don't go out of your window or out in the cold
So come on, we'll pay the witnesses off
Come on, we're cut from a difficult cloth
Come on, we're skirting disaster, we're faster--
We're past where we thought
Wasting your days and you're staying alone
And you're taking your aim, but you're faking the throw
And you're playing it safe and you're playing me close
But you don't
credits
from Arms Down,
released June 5, 2007
Amy Domingues - cello; Kristin Ferebee - violin. Mixed by Chad Clark.