Hoarding It for Home

Never seen you run so fast. Never seen you turn in the middle of your laugh. Never once settle down. Everyone settle down. I�m watching as the arms lay down. Where�s my arm? In this coat of arms it is a black arm. And measuring your prize, and hoarding it for home. And where�s my prize? This little prize, it is a clear prize. Never once settle down. Everyone settle down. And when I stand here alone I know speaking comes easy to you but I choke. And yes of course, I told you I felt it. Like the top of the tower and changing the guard. Delta it first. Adjust it right later. I would like to extend a conclusion. And when I stand here alone, I know that since I�m leaving so soon, I owe what I know. And yes of course, I told you I felt it. As long as the flasks, they�re staged and they�re brimmed. State just the facts, and the status you�re after. It�s just the medicine and our time alone. Is that the same charm from way back when? As you make space on the floor I form words that fit right next to yours cause I know. And, yes of course, now I surely felt it. As the top of the tower, it feigns and it swells. Give up the back and expect all that�s coming. It�s just the medicine and our time alone. That�s the same charm from way back when. And when I stand here along whatever it takes, I will supply you. Thank God these times are gone and behind us, I know�boom.