Callers How You Hold Your Arms
Hey, boy, you say caught another shake
You walk with your arms wrapped in gold
Of land and air and everything
She doesn't need your eyes
She needs your sight
And all because you decide
What she doesn't let you see and
How you'd hold your arms
Don't hang your head or hide your thoughts
Imagine how you want and
How she doesn't let it be
How you hold your arms
It's how she doesn't let it be and
It's how you hold your arms
