Who Are You - Evaline

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 crumble

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