Arms of a woman

I am at ease in the arms of a woman. / Although now, / most of my days I spend alone. / A thousand miles, / from the place I was born. / But when she wakes me, / she takes me back home. // No, most days, I spend like a child. / Who's afraid of ghosts in my mind. / I know, there aint nothing out there. / I'm still afraid to turn on the lights. / / I am at ease in the arms of a woman. / Although now, / most of my days I spend alone. /A thousand miles, / the place I was born. / When she wakes me, she takes me back home. // A thousand miles, / the place I was born. / When she wakes me, / she takes me back home. // I am at ease in the arms of a woman. / Although now, / most of my days I spend alone. / A thousand miles, / from the place i was born. / When she wakes me, / she takes me... / Ya, when she wakes me, / she takes me back home. / When she wakes me, / she takes me back home.

("Arms of woman", por Amos Lee, en su álbum

de título homónimo editado en el 2005:

http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=w5hPVqPMywc)