Your arms are the only ones I need.
No imposters could do the job, faking affection in vain hopes of being overcome with everlasting love. You are the only one who has the trick, the nack of knowing when is too much and when is not enough. The right pressure, comfort, breaths and silence.
In your arms I am safe and happy. I know joy and I know miracles, I can see the stars.
Sat on the floor in a room with a view, your quiet songs and melodies could last me a thousand years and more.
