Argonauts - The Little Ones

Oh, where’ve you been with that fist so full of cracks?

As we transcend, but we’re making plans and we’re on our own tonight

Blame it on the Argonauts and the still of the fallen nights

Don’t you wish that we were back again?

Lay down your swoon, there’s a scratch upon my back

Yeah, these are growing days that hustle for the chance to get it right

Out on my perch now, where voices crackle all around

Spitting sentences for hours and hours

You ought to kick and scream

For every fallen dream, there’s a hard knock on the door

Like stones, yeah we’ll never move to shore

Wake from your sleep in a town that slaps right back

Do you hear the feet-trampling coming around the bend?

I think we’ll make it out, I think I hear the latest sound

Now we’re falling on our knees tonight

Blame it on the Argonauts and the still of the fallen nights

Don’t you wish that we were back again?

Blame it on the Argonauts and the still of the fallen nights

Don’t you wish that we were back again?