Benjamin Francis Leftwich Some Other Arms

Some other arms are holding you down as I wait at the gate

Some other charm is making you stay as I make my escape

Over the moon, under the ground

I don’t care how we work out

I wish you no harm

If some other arms are keeping you happy

I was afraid of you tying me down

So I ran from the scene

When I came around

I was on the back foot begging you please

Over the moon, under the ground

I don’t care how we work out

I wish you no harm

If some other arms are keeping you happy

And I know you say, “That boy could not be saved”

And I know you ache for the love we used to make

Over the moon, under the ground

I don’t care how we work out

I wish you no harm

If some other arms are keeping you happy