Carry your arm to my arms That's where you belong in my arms, baby, yeah Before stars won't carry it on into my own That's making me low in my arms, baby, yeah.

How much you feel what I cannot see.

I lose that vision.

I don't know how to dream your dreams, so I'ma walk I've got a look in the struggles, you're looking to reach out and pull it to me.

Who says I should let a loved one go free?

Try