Arthur Hall

|-1-| |-3-| |-0-| |-0-| |-1-| |-3-| |-1-| |-1-| |-2-| |-4-| |-0-| |-2-| |-3-| |-5-| |-2-| |-2-| |-3-| |-5-| |-3-| |-0-| |-x-| |-x-| |---| |---| Just above my head, I could hear your heart beating But oh, would not stand to let you in. So often that what you long for and that what's your terror Will stand side by side in the end you'll decide When the picture's too tearful to look on, Will it show the walls we could never break down, Or the spaces left empty from too many places For the ones who just can't hang around Can you hum him home? Or hum home him? Is it something that seeps slowly from your skin? 'Cause oh, how it drips drolly from your sense of what's a sin, I know that it's never been easy But so many things, well they've just never been! Oh, no no no! But it's sure your heart, it was always a pure one, You could feel it in each second guess, But the things you prescribed for your self preservation Were mildly destructive at best, we were patient And wondered sometimes, "where you headed?" But oh no, no we never knew Despite all the things that you dreaded To find something fresh, something real, something true x2