Arms Akimbo

Pound on the floor
stuff your notes under my door
I’ll just cover my ears
til your voice disappears
won’t idle anymore
these waves are beating me to shore
you can call me out but i’ll be on the go
you can call me out but i’ll be lying low
make no mistake
i’ve seen you wade in dirty lakes
selling cakes to passing cars
dotting i’s, swinging arms
won’t idle anymore
these waves are beating me to shore
you can call me out but i’ll be on the go
you can call me out but i’ll be lying low
By my window hangs a bridle
arms akimbo, I’m your rider
I’m your rider