In Your Arms
The lights go out, you're loathe to close your eyes
Insurgent waves of dark engulf your heart
The walls are closing in - maligned and brooding grim
You hold your breath and hold your faith divine
Nightmare
In your arms
I can't sleep but I'll embrace the dawn
Nightmare
I am prey to your charms
Hold me close to your heart
And I'll follow you down
The endless rest will find you by and by
It covets you and yours, and I and mine
The fog is closing in - a blanket for our sins
Exhale your last for now and for all time
With your cold deathly touch
Comfort me - cover me
With your shroud, weathered, old and ghostly pale
Writer/s: Lindsay Phillips
