Cold Arms

[Verse 1]
Weekend records take the streets
We're the bandit in their eyes
But in our bedroom, we're bloodshot and beat
And never so alive

[Chorus]
But I know what's on your mind
God knows I put it there
But if I took it back
We'd be nowhere
You'd be nowhere again

[Verse 2]
I look at you all torn up
I left you waiting to bleed
I guess the truth works two ways
Maybe the truth's not what we need

[Chorus]
And I know what's on your mind
God knows I put it there
But if I took it back
Well, you'd be nowhere
You'd be nowhere again
[Outro]
But in my cold arms, you don't sleep
In my cold arms, your feel beats
In my cold arms
You stay