If these arms were meant to hold her

. . . I can see you push your hair behind your ears Doesn't matter where she is tonight Or with whoever she spends her time If these arms were meant to hold her They were never meant to hold her so tight For the love of that girl When I could run, pulling arms to love her Try to put myself on the inside

For the love of that girl Tears swell, you don't know why For the love of that girl
They never fall, they can never run dry For the love of that girl . . .