Oh
I'll follow you 'round again
'til there's nothing but light
And the figures arrest you 'til you feel nothing
Anymore
To these beggars in my shallow hole
You'll be floating shrivelled prunes but nothing more
I'd never look you in the eye while I'm blind
I'll sleep right through the winter 'til the wind begins to turn
You'd better turn my luck around
And save me forever more
You're the wind beneath my arms
The wind beneath my arms
You're the wind beneath my arms