Empty Arms

Empty arms protrude from my body
Hold  me tight i love when you hold me
My  pulse is like a cricket in the night all alone
A fence to divide property lines blows down in the storm
We'll see how well things go when you're waiting for noone
We'll  see how well things go when you're waiting for noone

And  isn't it funny how people like things
Become obsolete objects in spite of their dreams
And  what makes me different is whats in my blood
It's the pain that i hold when i know
Nothing is enough
Nothing is enough

How  will things go when you're waiting for noone?
We'll see
How well things go when you're waiting for noone
We'll see.....