Besedila:
Silk Back In My Arms

back in my arms again In my arms again Baby, I need you back in my arms again I need you in my arms again So baby, I want you back in my arms again Back

mean to me, yeah 1 - Baby, I want you Back in my arms again In my arms again Baby I need you Back in my arms again I need you in my arms again Oh

fall. He raised his arms, stomach twisted, and the sky it went black. (? ? ? ) I stuffed my bag with their good money, ma, and never looked back. Understand me and my

me What would it take to take me back? Rebuild that bridge, retrace my tracks I would give all I own, for one little stepping stone What would it take to take me back

your eyes haunted me But Bainbridge was the sweetest whore, took care of my demands Bade me turn my back on you and the islands I brought you petticoats of silk

of a spot In my house Where no one can stand In my way In my own little corner In my own little chair I can be whatever I want to be On the wings of my

feelin' right if it goes down 'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown And I know it's not my time to go now 'Cause God's got my back in this showdown So

. you were born here. husband: and now all the marchers descend from high i will dedicate all of my awakenings to this. and damn all the angles that opress my

with him." "i know what you mean, my god, he was like an octopus. hands all over the place." she gestured, raising her arms upwards