Falling into Black Arms

Floating in the deep,

I find my way

Falling deep into your open arms Chasing after what we couldn't say

Underneath the black sky,

we run away

I feel the pull of the gravity fading

No more hesitating

(ooh,

fading)

We are drifting on a liquid tide

With nowhere left to hide

Lost inside the rhythm,

side by side

In the quiet space,

the light returns

Falling deep is how the fire burns

In your arms, the only thing we run from

Is the black

night we are

escaping

Drifting away...

On a liquid tide