Over, trip, and walk 

Crawl and call me up 

Against a simple thought I thought I had 



You, inside my arms 

Inside my hands 

Paralyzing every sense I've ever had 



Over silent talk 

Why'd She pick me up 

Arnold in the backseat sitting silenty 

Tracing passing lights 

Tremble on with me 

Dreaming of a simple life We'll never see