Bruce Hornsby - These Arms of Mine текст песни

B. r. hornsby

Well Im walking on the floor

Hanging right round the door

Hoping you will come through

Wanting you to, sweat on my brow

Im no saint

Nothing left but a bad excuse

The heat makes you do things

You might just not do

In your right mind

But youll do what you do

You can be sure Ill be there

Its gonna take these arms of mine

All that theyve got to hold onto you

All that I know is these arms of mine

Are willing to try to keep hold of you

Gonna take a whole, whole, whole lot

A whole, whole, whole lot

Well Im walking the line

Between wrong and right

I could go either way

But now you dont want me to stay

Youre so tired of waiting

Well Im no saint

Tried to have my cake and eat it too

But nobody does what you do

Now another wins and I lose

I might deserve to

Now youll do what you do

Might be too late but Ill tell you

Its gonna take these arms of mine

All that theyve got to hold onto you

All that I know is these arms of mine

Are willing to try to keep hold of you

Gonna hold, hold, hold on

Hold, hold, hold on