Gregory Alan Isakov - Arms In The Air | Текст песни

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• Arms In The Air

There's a hurricane, crackin' my windshield..
There's a bottle of grain, being kept safe from me..

Things look the same on this street,
Every afternoon.

And save a place for me, up in the high country,
where there's still space to breath, wave your banners high.

Leave no trace, I swear I won't be lonely tonight.
Tonight.

There's a small room, with a hurricane machine.
There's a light on, oh I think he's in.
There's a big song, the thunderstorm brought in,
the sirens forgot.

And 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 had a time,
to set things right.
Oh, standing in line too long.

And say there's never enough.
Mm, arms in the air. Arms in the air.
Arms in the air. Mm.
And arms in the air, arms in the air.
High country onward, high country onward.
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