Songtexte:
Fact Stretch My Arms

I stretch my arms To a familiar space spreading in front of me Then I draw and open my hands In my hands, a tiny fire is flickering Can you see it? Can

me if you can I am the guilt of an honest man Then seven times we raised our arms And with cat-stretch Sent our foot spells Yawning into the multitudes

be my start RICHARD T No more carrying spears MARY I'll be discovered my life won't ever be the same Billy Wilder will know my name and he'll call

a kid again. have it be your call to arms...make a revival out of it." i reached into my bag and pulled out my crumpled, empty notebook. she handed

have the innocence of a kid again. have it be your call to arms...make a revival out of it." i reached into my bag and pulled out my crumpled, empty

I am. You pull my arms, you stretch my legs, about to break, i can not take this any more. Quiet. Been kept shut way for many years. Depressive thoughts are kept inside. And my

: It?s like I?m falling in 6 feet deep Reaching for the top but I can?t breathe (?) Got my eyes wide open but I can see, yeah Got my arms stretched out

zone like the season had begun All but one in my son the latin seasons is upon us With an open invitation to my sisters and my brothers [Chorus] All