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Arms In The AirThere's a hurricaneCrack in my windshield There's a bottle of rain Being kept safe from me Things looks the same On this street Every afternoon Save a place for me up in the high country Where there's still space to breathe Wave your banners high Leave no trace, I swear I won't be lonely Tonight Tonight There's a small room The hurricane machine There's a light on Oh, I think he's in There's a big sun Some storm brought in Sirens forgot Arms in the air Arms in the air Arms in the air, oh Arms in the air Arms in the air High country onward Oh, and I have time To set things right Oh... and I stare in the light too long You say there's never enough Arms in the air Arms in the air Arms in the air, mmm Arms in the air Arms in the air High country onward, high country onward |