Good Grief

see these arms here by my side
where you should be but they cannot hide
so they'll swing I think all the night

these limbs are weak try as they might
somehow they werent built right
but they could astound you
when they surround you

oh say you're stuck with me
like branches to a leaf
wouldn't you agree
love is such good grief

count on me you used to say
but I've been counting everyday
how high should they climb
before were out of time

the summer days getting me down
theres no shade left in this town
guess ill never leave
walls are fine with me

(whoa..)
its almost winter time
and you know we can survive