Intro -

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