Arms in the Air Songtext
von Gregory Alan Isakov

All of my life
Needed a reason
To find out who I am

I′ve had my share
Acts of treason
Slipping right through my hands
What am I waiting for...


Sometimes I feel
Like I live in a dream
Alone in my Paradise Lost

Can it be real
Tell me what does this mean
Alone in my Paradise Lost

So many years
Is there an answer?
In this castle made of sand


As time pa*ses by
I'm running out of chances
Who will understand
What I am waiting for...