Into Your Arms - Martha Davis

Cross my heart but don’t wanna die

I’ll make it right this time

Allowed the luxury of distress

It’s really not a crime

Cramped and casual force a smile

It’s really not my style

But I can dream and the things I’ve seen

Can really blow your mind

Yeah, Baby

I can fly, baby I can soar

Right back to your door

I can fly, baby I can soar

Into your arms once more

Into your arms once more

I told him there was once upon a time

When I could not walk at all

He looked at me with such sympathy

And said you got to walk before you crawl

Now Baby

I can fly, baby I can soar

Right back to your door

I can fly, baby I can soar

Into your arms once more

Into your arms once more