Kurt Vile Baby's Arms
There's been but one true love
In my Baby's Arms, In my Baby's Arms
And I got the hands to hold on to them
I get sick of just about everyone
And I hide in my Baby's Arms, Hide in my Baby's Arms
'Cause except for her, you know, as I've implied
I would never, ever, ever be alone
'Cause it's all in my baby's hands
Shining, shining secret stones
In my baby's hands, in my baby's hands
I get sick of just about everyone
And I hide in my Baby's Arms
Treat myself just like a true fellow
I hide in my baby's hands, in my baby's hands
'Cause except for her there just ain't nothing to latch on to
Yeah, yeah, yeah
There's been but one true love
In my Baby's Arms, in my Baby's Arms
In my Baby's Arms, in my Baby's Arms
My Baby's Arms, in my Baby's Arms
