Laura Veirs - New Arms

Three birds flying in the sky like a face
No sounds, no stars
The Moon is a dime, a flashing bright place
I wanna feel new arms

Around me
Around me

A voice is coming from the horizon
Moving like a train

What is that voice?
The sky says: It's life
The Moon says: It's pain

You found me
You found me

A flower, a flower
You gave me your charms
I don't need charms
I need to forget this chainmail in the lake
And make room for new arms, make room for new arms

To surround me
Surround me, surround me
To surround me
Surround me, surround me
To surround me
Surround me, surround me
To surround me
Surround me, surround me
To surround me
Surround me, surround me
To surround me
Surround me, surround me