25.2.10
The Swell Season
Use the truth as a weapon
To beat up all your friends
Every chink in the armor
An excuse to cause offense
And the boys from the hallways
Calling out your name
And true love will find them in the end
You were restless
I was somewhere less secure
So I went running to the rope
And so now this
The long list of places I was
I quit my rambling and I came home
Cause maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Use your saints
And your mantra
And your things to keep you calm
If you stay without a soul
It's gonna do you harm
There's a voice singing loudly on the radio
Just for you
And good fortune will find him in the end
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms