Wrists

Oh, my wrists are weak,
But if I could, I’d lift your body-
Out of a crash of the waves,
Out of bed or onto me...
I know my ego's weak so thought if I could lift your body,
And wake up out of air, the night's too short, you're on to me.
Why am I always acting timid and too careful?
Please, before I tell you I'm not worth the worry, hurry....
Oh my wrist's are weak, I carry weight like a shadow.
So pull me next to the window, pull me next to the light.
Hurry, hurry, hurry
I like to hurry when I'm on you
Hurry, hurry, hurry

I just bought their Sainthood album and I've been listening to it every day. So good.