Helpless in Your Arms

All my years on the run
Chasing hell Drinking Devils blood
I never caught a fire that could ever slow me down

Even fighting in the war
Dodging lead, breaching rival doors
I never took no heat that could ever strike me down

Oh but when I'd come home
Glory hallelujah
Your love had a way
Of knocking me on down

All my days in the woods
Just a blade and a point to prove
I never picked a fight that could ever put me down.

Oh but when I'd come home
Glory hallelujah
Your love had a way
Of knocking me on down

Every night held by you
Every time Id cry and sing the blues
Nothing else I'd rather do
Than be helpless in your arms



Credits
Writer(s): Amick Cutler
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