"In These Arms"

   

    Use the [bad word] as a weapon
    To beat up all your friends
    Every [bad word] in the armor
    An excuse to cause offense
    And the boys from the hallways
    Calling out your name
    And [bad word] love will find them in the end

    You were restless
    I was somewhere less secure
    So I [bad word] to the road
    And so now there's
    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 [bad word]     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