Up in Arms - Early Winters

All these walls are up in arms

Making fun of my mistakes

Is it time to drag the leg of what we have come to?

Are you answering the call?

Are you raking up the leaves?

Are you searching the tv for some kind of answer?

Stumble through your door

Fall into your bedroom

Fighting just to find something to feel

I’m holding in your might

Not dialing your number

Did it have to come this far to make it real?

Make it real, make it real

All these walls are up in arms

But they don’t pull me to relief

As I’m tumbling from sleep to wish I was dreaming

Are you answering the call?

Do you wish that you were young

Sinking softly from the weight of what you were leaving

Stumble through your door

Fall into you bedroom

Fighting just to find something to feel

I’m not calling your might

I’m not dialing your number

Did it have to come this far to make it real?

Make it real

Do you wish that you were young?

As we’re calling

As we answer it

Do you wish that you were young?

As we’re fighting

As we’re calling

As we answer it

Do you wish that you were young?

As we wish that we were young

As we’re calling

As we stumble

As we stumble

As we stumble

As we stumble

As we stumble