Cold Arms

Weekend records take the streets

We're the bandit in their eye

But in our bedroom, we're bloodshot and beat

And never so alive

But I know what's on your mind

God knows I put it there

But if I took it back

We'd be nowhere

You'd be nowhere again

I 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 need

And 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 again

But in my cold arms, you don't sleep

In my cold arms, you feel beat

In my cold arms

You stay