Climb up my rib cage.
There’s a surprise for you.
I’ve got a heart for you, if it’s still there.
I don’t see much use in me keeping it
if only to bleed it dry.
They call that “love”, babe,
but if it’s love, I’m afraid,
‘cause for the first time,
I’m running with my arms open,
hoping my legs decide to keep up.
Running with my arms open,
hoping my flesh and blood will be enough.
Running with my arms open,
hoping you’ll rush in.
The strawberry in your cheek,
the rose petals in your speech,
Adam and his apple tree.
All it took was one bite,
and I got heaven on a beach.
You’re a shot in the light.
I don’t know what I’m feeling, or if it’s right,
but I know
that I’m running with my arms open,
hoping my legs decide to keep up.
Running with my arms open,
hoping my flesh and blood will be enough.
Running with my arms open,
hoping you’ll rush in.
Stay with me, all of me.
Won’t you stay with me?
Running with my arms open,
hoping my legs decide to keep up.
Running with my arms open,
hoping my flesh and blood will be enough.
Running with my arms open,
hoping you’ll rush in.
The four songs on the new EP from Rylie DeGarmo give country melodies a mysterious glow, recalling the best of Cowboy Junkies. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2022