Limitless Arms - The Rosebuds

I’ve carried too much, limitless arms hold tight

Buried in yarn, carry it in a jar for a light

And I feel I’m reaching out for the last time

And I feel I’m reaching out for the last time

Color in sounds, worn-out maps and travel phones

Feed it to birds, try and be there on my own

And I feel I’m reaching out for the last time

And I feel I’m reaching out for the last time

And I feel I’m reaching out for the last time

And I feel I’m reaching out for the last time

But I feel I’m reaching out like a child

But I feel I’m reaching out for the last time

And I feel I’m reaching out for the last time

In a field