Cold Arms - Mumford & Sons

Weekend wreckers take the streets
With abandon in their eyes
But in our bedroom we're bloodshot and beat
And never so alive

And I know what's on your mind
God knows I put it there
But if I took it back
Well you'd be nowhere
You'd be nowhere again

Now look at you all torn up
I left you waiting to bleed
I guess the truth works two ways
Maybe the truth's not what we need

And I know what's on your mind
God knows I put it there
But if I took it back
Well you'd be nowhere
You'd be nowhere again