Limitless Arms

I've carried too much, limitless arms hold tight Buried in yarn, carry it in a jar for a light And I feel I'm reaching out for the last time And I feel I'm reaching out for the last time Color in sounds, worn-out maps and travel phones Feed it to birds, try and be there on my own And I feel I'm reaching out for the last time And I feel I'm reaching out for the last time And I feel I'm reaching out for the last time And I feel I'm reaching out for the last time But I feel I'm reaching out like a child But I feel I'm reaching out for the last time And I feel I'm reaching out for the last time In a field