Infinite Arms
Benjamin Bridwell
I had a dream, I had a dream
That I was your neighbor, about to give birth
And then everything was really hurt
And I was so lonely I didn't see
It's like living in a movie
Twisting the plot
My friends and family
Little things I've got, I got
When my thoughts drift to you
I love the morning, I like to listen
The 4 am birdies begging to feed
Now there's something here before me, a figure I think
Isn't there a warning or something to drink? My God, my God
When my thoughts drift to you
These mended bones, the storms approach
Ever so slowly out on the sea
There's an animal below me, lack of control
Others came before me, others to come, to come
When my thoughts drift to you