Cold Arms

Weekend wreckers take the streets

With abandon in their eyes

But in our bedroom we're bloodshot and beat

And never so aliveAnd I know what's on your mind

God knows I put it there

But if I took it back

Well you'd be nowhere

You'd be nowhere againNow look at you all torn up

I left you waiting to bleed

I guess the truth works two ways

Maybe the truth's not what we needAnd I know what's on your mind

God knows I put it there

But if I took it back

Well you'd be nowhere

You'd be nowhere againBut in my cold arms

You don't sleep

In my cold arms

Your fear beats

In my cold arms

You stay