Marketa Irglova - In These Arms lyrics

Use the truth as a weapon To beat up all your friends Every chink in the armour An excuse to cause offence And the boys from the hallways Calling out your name And true love will find them in the end You were restless I was somewhere less secure So I went running to the road And so now there's A long list of places I was I quit my rambling and I came home Cause maybe I was born to hold you in these arms Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms Use your saints And your mantra And your things to keep you calm If you stay with that a**hole He's gonna do you harm There's a voice singing loudly on the radio Just for you And good fortune will find him in the end Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms