Arms

I don't like it when you're cynical You don't like it when I'm not We get into an argument You always end on top If no one's here to save us now Then no one's here to judge us now We'll be staying good enough Good for goodness' sake Where will I be when your arms are out of hold Where will I be when your arms are out of hold If you see me in a crowd somewhere I hope you'll meet my eyes Maybe I will smile at you And maybe you'll reply Now that you decided what To keep and what to throw away Save me in your heart somewhere Leave it until it rains Where will I be when your arms are out of hold Where will I be when your arms are out of hold Not many things leaves a mark upon the soul Where will I be when your arms are out of hold I heard you got a kid now Did you know that I have two They both have their mother's eyes I hope that yours looks just like you Where will I be when your arms are out of hold Where will I be when your arms are out of hold Not many things leaves a mark upon the soul Where will I be when your arms are out of hold