Well I'm feeling sort of low
God knows I'm trying to take it slow
And I know that lately,
I've been soundin' crazy
So I hope that all my plans
Don't go buried in the sand
And I hope that I don't
Have to let you go
Well I'll be waiting for a long, long, time
in the line which is your arms
With burning and fire and music and your lips
And bells from the armies cause I swear
I swear they used to be my friends.
So listen to my voice
And it's like I have a choice
Cause I would do anything to take it back
And I was so close
I could still make this
Your lips saved me from the apathy
And I know and I know and I know and God knows
That I'll be waiting for a long, long, time
in the line which is your arms
With burning and fire and music and your lips
And bells from the armies cause I swear
I swear they used to be my friends.
I swear they used to be my friends
So won't you be more than my Friend?