lay low if you see a shadow, hear a voice, or feel a breeze
this is about the time she shows herself
emerging from the trees
she has golden arms that reach through everyone
light me up like a cigarette
and burn me good so i don't forget
it's you
every lost hour paints a picture incomplete
of dirty blankets dragging lovers underneath
she has golden arms that reach through everyone
light me up like a cigarette
and burn me good so i don't forget
it's you, who
unstable words that bend my universe so well
i breathe in heaven as she leads me out of hell
she has golden arms that reach through everyone
light me up like a cigarette
and burn me good so i don't forget
it's you, who