Deportees - Arms lyrics
[Deportees - Arms lyrics]
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
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 hope
Where will I be?
When your arms are out of hope
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
Or leave it till the dream
Where will I be?
When your arms are out of hope
Where will I be?
When your arms are out of hope
Not many things
Leaves a mark upon the soul
Where will I be?
When your arms are out of hope
I heard you got a kid now
Did you know that I have two?
They both have their mothers eyes
I hope that yours look just like you
Where will I be?
When your arms are out of hope
Where will I be?
When your arms are out of hope
Not many things
Leaves a mark upon the soul
Where will I be?
When your arms are out of hope
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
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 hope
Where will I be?
When your arms are out of hope
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
Or leave it till the dream
Where will I be?
When your arms are out of hope
Where will I be?
When your arms are out of hope
Not many things
Leaves a mark upon the soul
Where will I be?
When your arms are out of hope
I heard you got a kid now
Did you know that I have two?
They both have their mothers eyes
I hope that yours look just like you
Where will I be?
When your arms are out of hope
Where will I be?
When your arms are out of hope
Not many things
Leaves a mark upon the soul
Where will I be?
When your arms are out of hope