Aching Arms Songtext
von The Opposition

I travel in eastern directions
I rise with the morning light
She bathes in her own perfection
I drown in her surface light
She moves towards conversation I swallow my tongue
We indulge in each others reflection
It′s a strain but it's always aching arms
Aching hearts


We travel in eastern directions
I swallow my tongue
We indulge in each others reflection
It′s a strain but it's always aching arms
Aching hearts
FEELS LIKE PARADISE TO ME