Grant Lee Buffalo - Armchair lyrics

You call me from your armchair with no will to be there The weight of your armored suit so immense Caught up in the turnstiles even talk becomes battle Withdraw your only defense I've held that emptiness I've held it and i've made the same wish at times To lunge headlong and out of reach So bleak or bare i'll hold you through each Praying to the saints and now the candle is low Regrets won't hasten their remedy Even when it's awkward in the dull loss of words oh Please don't hide your sorrow from me 'cause i've held oh that emptiness I've held it and i've made the same wish at times To lunge headlong and out of reach So bleak or bare i'll hold you through each Hold you through each Na na na You call me from your armchair Everyone's been there once I'll be at your side when you're needing someone