Bows In Your Arms

from by The Young Republic

/
  •  

lyrics

Mama, come here I'm seeing ghosts
Gold eyes and paper thin souls
We broke this ground with clean hands
When we were done we took the Capital

But I like the way you say my name
A rich kid'll pick you up again
"Just close your eyes! Close your eyes!"
You want money, you can taste the fame

Bows in your arms
I had no part in this
Blood in your eyes
This white face, it's the last thing you'll kiss

I turned it down
It must be good when it makes you sense
I turned around
I traded culture for convenience

The farm is burning and your banging keys
You are dead and you are coming with me
But I'm alive, I'm alive!"
And I am right! Oh no, I sold those rights

Bows in your arms
I had no part in this
Blood in your eyes
This white face, it's the last thing you'll kiss
Deny all you want
But you were a part of this
Bows in your arms
And numbers in your fist

Bows in your arms
I had no part in this
Blood in your eyes
This white face, it's the last thing you'll kiss
Deny all you want
But you were a part of this
Bows in your arms
And numbers in your fists
I said, No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Bows in your arms
And numbers in your fists

credits

from Balletesque (2009), releases September 21, 2037
written by Julian Saporiti

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

Julian Saporiti Providence, Rhode Island

Songwriter.

Scholar.

nonoboymusic.com

contact / help

Contact Julian Saporiti

Streaming and
Download help