Hold Me in Your Hopeless Arms

Hold me in your hopeless arms
Beneath these autumn oak treetops
We're like two little angels and my daddy's gone now
And yours might as well be back in Rome
The way he brought the whole horrible war home

Hold me in your hopeless arms
We'll make this spot our hideaway from harm
We're like two little angels and my daddy's in the ground
And yours just sits around and smokes
His nicotine stained thin fingers cling to a bottle
With the last of ounce of life's lost hope

Hold me in your hopeless arms
Refuge from the thunderstorms
We're like two little acorns knocked about by wind and rain
Brought so close by such bad weather
Our entangled roots begin to grow together

Hold me in your hopeless arms



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Robley
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