Sore

On the way here
Through the brightest of years
With an orange tint
To the atmosphere
There were spinning skies
And the waters did rise
And all the good advice
Couldn’t keep us in line
Is it weird
When it’s breathing so near?
Howling all in your ears
Could bring a stone to tears
And what will you do
When it crawls up on you
Prowling all in your room
And we all are born anew
Hoo hoo
Are my legs sore
Won’t you pack it up
Won’t you pack it up
Hoo hoo
Are my legs sore
Won’t you pack it up
Won’t you pack it up
There’s a low moan
In the eaves and shadows
In the death throes
Of your calicos
As the snowflakes rise
Through the streetlights outside
I hold you too tight
Kiss the coins from your eyes
Emily
You’re the violence i need
Steam and metal and speed
And thoughts to sew the seeds
You bathe in the fear
Till the coal has gone clear
Diamond hardened and cleaved
Make a promise you can keep
Hoo hoo
Are my legs sore
Won’t you pack it up
Won’t you pack it up
Hoo hoo
Are my legs sore
Wanna pack it up
Won’t you pack it up