Over, trip, and walk
Crawl and call me up
Against a simple thought I thought I had
You, inside my arms
Inside my hands
Paralyzing every sense I've ever had
Over silent talk
Why'd She pick me up
Arnold in the backseat sitting silenty
Tracing passing lights
Tremble on with me
Dreaming of a simple life We'll never see
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