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When you were in my arms you'd tremble |
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Like you would always be right there |
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You said I always treat you gentle |
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Never wanna see you hurt again |
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Thinking back now to the night I met you |
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Cutting through the room you where such a sight |
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My head was turned so well I remember |
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It was like you were in a spotlight |
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Those Sunday mornings in the kitchen |
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When you'd sit at my feet and I'd tell you again |
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How it's better to fight hard than to be apart |
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Yeah and we both believed it then |
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And when you were in my arms you'd tremble |
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Please say you'll always be right there |
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I'd try to hold your' hand so gentle |
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Never wanna see you hurt again |
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Never wanna see you hurt again |
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Out on a Friday night if your eyes held fear |
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Well I'd puff my chest and swing my arm |
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Do those words of mine ring hollow in your' ear? |
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I swore I'd kill anyone who did you harm |
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Yeah I would kill anyone who'd do this to you |
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God, look at what I've done |
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Weary, seedy and silent |
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You meant what you said and I felt every line |
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But I never knew it'd get so violent |
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Now you don't look me in the eye |
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And when you're in my arms you tremble |
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Like you can barely stand it there |
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Please know I'd always treat you gentle |
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Never wanna see you hurt again |
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Never wanna see you hurt again |
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Now when you're in my arms you tremble... |
