Cold Arms (Mumford & Sons)

Weekend wreckers take the streets With abandon in their eyes But in our bedroom we're bloodshot and beat And never so alive And I know what's on your mind God knows I put it there But if I took it back well you’d be nowhere You'd be nowhere again Now look at you all torn up I left you waiting to bleed I guess the truth works two ways Maybe the truth's not what we need But in my cold arms You don't sleep In my cold arms Your fear beats In my cold arms You stay