[Lyric] Three Mile Island (Arms)

Haven't found the time to feed us
Curled and weeping audibly - ooh, what a scene
Fold its spine and lies between us
Sprawled upon the lawn for all to see

Do the warnings give you shivers?
Are your mornings grim and grey?
Ooh, we're the same
We'll sit in air-conditioned theaters
Wile away the hours until we change

Maybe in time
Something will soothe your trouble in mind
Fire in your pores
Til you don't mind
The itch in your feet
The sounds at night
The devil at your door

Swinging cats in pillowcases
Smacking hats off people's heads - ooh, things were said
That singed the eyebrows from their faces
Planted seeds of worry in their beds
Maybe in time
Something will soothe your trouble in mind
Riot in your bones
Baby, you're big with the news when I get home

You're marking where it starts and where it ends
And watching how the look of love, it burns and bends
And how the sidewalk doesn't end
It just turns into road