You hold them in your arms
And for once you forget
What it feels like
To feel anger or
Hate or
Sadness.
You hold them in your arms sometimes
Late at night in
The darkness, in
The comfort of cold sheets
And you forget that
Sadness even exists.
You hold them in your arms sometimes
Until they don't want to be
Held anymore.
And you go home and you
Lay down with the lights
Off
And you think back to what
It feels like to hold them
In your arms.
But the sheets remember
And the soul remembers,
So you lay down and
Let your soul and the sheets
Remind you.
And you dream, yes
You dream deeply
About the past
And in those dreams
You hold them in your arms
And for a few minutes
You forget what it feels like
To be alone
And for once you forget
What it feels like
To feel anger or
Hate or
Sadness.
You hold them in your arms sometimes
Late at night in
The darkness, in
The comfort of cold sheets
And you forget that
Sadness even exists.
You hold them in your arms sometimes
Until they don't want to be
Held anymore.
And you go home and you
Lay down with the lights
Off
And you think back to what
It feels like to hold them
In your arms.
But the sheets remember
And the soul remembers,
So you lay down and
Let your soul and the sheets
Remind you.
And you dream, yes
You dream deeply
About the past
And in those dreams
You hold them in your arms
And for a few minutes
You forget what it feels like
To be alone