i can’t hear my own voice over the questions
flat heavy noise
fear is my protection

are you sure of your choice?
is your sense of direction lost?
is your sense of direction off?

your arms, your arms, could be holding me right now
your silent arms, it is all i think about

and maybe then
and maybe now
I’ll find the hope
but not without
your arms

your arms, your arms could be holding me
right now