It's the car in the crash and it all kicks your $$#, you can't breathe
It's the start and the stall and the shame of it all, it's something deceiving

Is there joy in your disease? It's the push of the past and the die that we cast out over and over

With you in my arms I will be new, a stolen charm, does that make sense to you?

Does that make any, does that make sense to you?

It's the song that you bring as the pawn takes the king, I'm willing to wager

The lines for the drinks and everyone stinks, cell phone and pagers
Don't feed that line to me, it's smoke and it's sex and it's what they expect, it's taking me over


With you in my arms I will be new, a stolen charm, does that make sense to you?

With the hold around your wrist, the hope I have for this,

these arms won't move 'til you refuse to let this die
And if the motion makes you sick, the point I never miss,
these arms won't leave 'til you believe my side is forever


With you in my arms I will be new, a stolen charm, does that make sense to you?
With you in my arms I will be new, a stolen charm, does that make sense to you?