In Your Arms
Field of Dreams
As long as you’ve been dreaming of apples
Verse:
If you’re feelin’ unappreciated,
Let me tell you, lady,
My life is not illuminated
Every single second you’re away.
All the clichéd clouds are kind of gray
As my kaleidoscopic vision fades away.
If your world seems over complicated
I can show you, honey,
How my feelin’s were emancipated
The second your smile offered me the key,
Conjugating possibilities of the future perfect forms of you and me.
PreChorus:
I can’t answer all the questions,
Tell you where we’ll be tomorrow,
But, for now, your arms enclosing me
Are shielding me from sorrow.
I can’t offer up the answers,
And I don’t have the solution.
But I know the feel of your embrace
Quiets my confusion.
Chorus:
I don’t question my location.
When I’m in your arms I’m home.
Why consult the constellations
To confirm the place I’ve always known is real ?
It’s concealed in your arms.
There’s no other consolation.
When I’m in your arms, I’m home.
Just to feel the sweet sensation
Of your heartbeat
There’s no place I wouldn’t go.
It’s ideal in your arms.