Two Arms Songtext
von Chris Acker

It′s a week into December and I've still got Miss November
Hanging on the door to my room
The sun comes through the window, fades the innuendo
I′ve ended every day with an X in an empty box


Two arms on the wall pass the day
They walk time in circles till' time escapes
Once each hour they'll meet in the same place
They′re just like old friends when their hands shake

Well I look into my desktop and I see that rolling hilltop
Beyond those rolling hills I long to roam
Through all his pictures, his plans for this winter
When I see him next I won′t let on all I know

Two arms on the wall, pass the day
They walk time in circles till' time escapes
Once each hour they′ll meet in the same place
They're just like old friends when their hands shake