“Go in peace,” I said to my friend, “I’m not the one you were seeking after all,”
Here’s your release from my anger and my failure,
I thought you knew it’s only hot air after all.
Strong arms are waiting, the lovers of my soul,
Who will let me live where the streams of mercy flow?
Without a word or with one too many,
Either way I get the message loud and clear,
I do defer and I’ll say that was easy, but my witness starts to crumble loud and clear.
Strong arms are waiting, the lovers of my soul,
Who will let me live where the streams of mercy flow?
Strong arms are waiting, the lovers of my soul,
Who will let me live where the streams of mercy flow?
In calm waters I am shrinking down to size,
And tender hands lift me up and they hold me like a prize.
Strong arms are waiting, the lovers of my soul,
Who will let me live where the streams of mercy flow?
Who will let me live where the streams of mercy flow?
Who will let me live?
