Gentle the body breaks
Another holiday year
To begin
To end
To get lost in

But our arms admire the slightest pause
To begin
To end
To get lost in

But who are you to blame?
And who are you?

You were not supposed to see this
You were not supposed to hear a sound
You were not supposed to know what's going on

But our arch desires the violent start
To begin
To end
To get lost in
But who are you to blame?
And what's your claim to faith?
The picket fence sustains
To laugh off all our days
And laugh off all
Before your bed let's tremble

Before your bed let's [bad word] 
Before you're dead let's stumble

You were not supposed to see this
You were not supposed to hear a sound
You were not supposed to know what's going on