In my arms

use the truth as a weapon

to beat up all your friends

every gink, in the armor

an excuse to cause offense

and the boys

from the hallway

callin' out your name

and your love will find them in the end

you were restless

i was somewhere less secure

so i went running to the road

and so of this

the long list of places i was

i quit my ramblin' and 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

as a voice

singing loudly

on the radio, just for you

and good fortune would 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




These are not Drew's lyrics. They are Glen Hansard's on his new album, with his new band, The Swell Season.