Put Your Arms Around Me - The Hawk In Paris

Welcome to the fracture

Here in the the land of broken things

We burned our history lessons

In the fire of childhood kings

When we run out of ammunition

When we exhaust our last defense

And we go from screams to whispers

This might all make more sense

We’ve finally disconnected

We are unemotional

And the anthems we are singing

Don’t mean anything at all

We’re afraid of our conclusions

What we love will kill us first

And the way to tell the difference

From what we hate only makes things worse

Put your arms around me

Put your arms around me now

Put your arms around me

Put your arms around me now

We are objects without motion

Set this way by force

When our broken hearts gives bad ideas

It caused the great divorce

We found suburbi-anderthal

In it’s natural state

It acts and looks just like us all

But we still don’t relate

Rolling windows up in neighborhoods

We drive through in our cars

Most days we can avoid them

So things will stay the way they are

Put your arms around me

Put your arms around me now

Put your arms around me

Put your arms around me now

I can hear the sounds of violins

In every word you breathe

And the worst of what’s become of you

Is what’s become of me

I can feel your hands are shaking

While you reach into the night

Don’t let go

I’ll hold on tight

Put your arms around me

Put your arms around me now

Put your arms around me

Put your arms around me now