I would rather see your arms
Both lead by your hands
Fingering their way along my hips
My love handles my sides
Underneath my arms
Following your arms back to their source
Your shoulders knees and toes
Underneath your clothes
That change the way that people see you
Verse 2:
Do you think we have a static form
A steady constant norm?
How do I remember who you are
The scarf around your neck
The way you hair falls when it's wet
To what extent are these things connected To my understanding of yourself
Your many different forms
Cause I'd be sad if I were to lose you
Amidst a crowded room of you
Your many different forms
Cause I'd be sad if I were to lose you
Instrumental
Verse 3:
Being that I'm often short on words
Descriptive paragraphs
It's reassuring that I'm getting to know you
The depths of your waters
The roots we cannot see
That are equal to the body above ground
The branches and the scars
The tattoos in the bark
"Squirrel girl lives here" it says (pause on "says" then punk rock)
Instrumental
Verse 4:
Although ever changing skin
The things that I let in And the shit that I throw out
This is my home
Don't fuck with me in my home Don't fuck with me in my home
It's the one place where I should at least feel safe
It's the one room in the house
The one place that I know
Where I'll find myself whenever I'm alone
Although ever changing skin
The people I let in And the people I don't
Want around no more
Although ever changing skin
The people I let in And the people I don't
Want around no more
Banjo-wielding indie folk outfit drop their fourth full-length studio album of broody ballads and barroom stompers. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 13, 2014