Patient Arms from Tiny Sun by Matt Southern

Tracklist

4.	Patient Arms	3:35

Lyrics

Guarded well a hidden song
Let it grow
A perfect breath in your lungs
I should have known

A tiny sun between your hands
Let it grow
Pull me into your patient arms
Found my home

Pieces falling into place
Pull me in my certain saint

Every ill spoken word
I take you back
Imagine folded papers burn
Dust in the attic

Finally learning what I need
Is sleeping so close
Don't forsake good company
Let your love grow

Pieces falling into place
Pull me in my certain saint