"Hold You in My Arms When you came to me With your bad dreams and fears It was easy see you'd been crying Seems like everywhere turn Catastrophe it reigns But who really profits from the dying? I could hold my arms forever And Oh kissed lips mouth so full of questions worried mind that quiet Place hands on face Close eyes say That love is a poor man's food Don't prophesize So now we how This fist begets spear Weapons war Symptoms madness let refuse ears hear Or ain't never going shake sense sadness forever"