In The Eaves

How they try to, mothers don't forget
 All those words them daughters said
 No they thread, they thread, they thread
 Now they hang there, wait there in the eaves
 With a grip so tight it leaves
 With a grip so tight it leaves
 Blacker than the blackest blue these arms
 These arms have ever seen
 These arms have ever...
 Now resigned to, children don't regret
 All those things your words have said
 No they fed, they fed, they fed
 Now we stand on pillars made of these
 Though we sway impossibly
 Though we sway impossibly
 Catch them as catch can is all we do
 So don't fear our slightest move
 So don't fear our slightest...