the arms of a stranger
let him walk away, my heart, let him go his distance, then turn around and see
tomorrow he will cry, my heart, and will come back like a bird flying home (as when a bird comes back after its migration, he comes back excited..)
he'll look for the gentleness and love that we had in the past/that belonged in the past, but he wont find anything like us (as in the love that we had)
how ever much he goes and stays away, its still the arms of a stranger
its not the same as our arms
he'll look for the gentleness and love that we had in the past/that belonged in the past, but he wont find anything like us (as in the love that we had)
how ever much he goes and stays away, its still the arms of a stranger
its not the same as our arms..its not the same as our arms
he used to see us, and run towards us, the light and warmth in him were for us, for our eyes (litely: for our eyes)
and in a moment, he went and did not come (back)
as if he did not see us, my heart, but now, at this time, he does see us
he used to see us, and run towards us, the light and warmth in him were for us, for our eyes (litely: for our eyes)
and in a moment, he went and did not come (back)
as if he did not see us, my heart, but now, at this time, he does see us
he'll look for the gentleness and love that we had in the past/that belonged in the past, but he wont find anything like us (as in the love that we had)
how ever much he goes and stays away, its still the arms of a stranger
its not the same as our arms..its not the same as our arms
aaaah- a sound of pain, being upset
in all my life, i never expected, thought
that all this betrayil would come from him, that he would forget our story
tomorrow (ie: in the future), he'll see trouble/pain from others, and then he'll know our value
in all my life, i never expected, thought
that all this betrayil would come from him, that he would forget our story
tomorrow (ie: in the future), he'll see trouble/pain from others, and then he'll know our value
he'll look for the gentleness and love that we had in the past/that belonged in the past, but he wont find anything like us (as in the love that we had)
how ever much he goes and stays away, its still the arms of a stranger
its not the same as our arms..its not the same as our arms
he'll look for the gentleness and love that we had in the past/that belonged in the past, but he wont find anything like us (as in the love that we had)
how ever much he goes and stays away, its still the arms of a stranger
its not the same as our arms..its not the same as our arms