Open Arms - Tracy Chapman

I'm a fool for that shake in your thighs I'm a fool for that sound in your sighs I'm a fool for your belly I'm a fool for you love I wanna make this play Ooh, I know you're faded Hmm, but stay, don't close your hands I wanna make this play Ooh, I know your faded Hmm, but stay, don't close your hands Caught in this pool held in your eyes Caught like a fool without a line We're in a natural spring With this gentle sting between us I wanna make this play Ooh, I know you're faded Hmm, but stay, don't close your hands I wanna make this play Ooh, I know you're faded Hmm, but stay, don't close your hands Ooh, stay open Ooh, stay open Stay open Stay open I wanna make this play Ooh, I know you're faded Hmm, but stay, don't close your hands I wanna make this play Ooh, I know you're faded Hmm, but stay, don't close your hands Stay open Stay open Stay open Ooh, stay open

Well, it's a lonely road that you have chosen Morning comes, and you don't want to know me anymore And it's a long time since your heart was frozen Morning comes, and you don't want to know me anymore For a moment your eyes open and you know All the things I ever wanted you to know I don't know you, and I don't want to 'Til the moment your eyes open and you know That it's a lonely place that you have run to Morning comes, and you don't want to know me anymore And it's a lonely end that you will come to Morning comes, and you don't want to know me anymore For a moment your eyes open, and you know All the things I ever wanted you to know I don't know you, and I don't want to 'Til the moment your eyes open and you know For a moment your eyes open and you know All the things I ever wanted you to know I don't know you, and I don't want you 'Til the moment your eyes open and you know

3:00 a.m. in Vegas All day, been faded You're on tour, in and out them stadiums And there's bitches backstage Tryna upstage me How am I to know what to do? What if you slip up? What if tequila grab your neck and say, "Don't bitch up"? What if you wanna shoot your shot and load the clip up? Are you scared to lose your queen and gain a bishop? Do I got you way too open to be open? Is the lens you see me through just way too focused? What if you're curious and caught up in the moment? Can you hold me down when I'm across the ocean? Can you control it? Do I got you way too open to be open? Would you let it twist up all of your emotions? What if you're curious and caught up in the moment? Do I got you way too open to be (open)? If I'm in AOD Tryna stay lowkey Shawty so religious way she prayin' on me But if I take her to the private Let her be my pilot How should I know what to do? And what if I slip up? What if tequila grabs my neck and say, "Don't bitch up"? What if I wanna shoot my shot and load the clip up? And if I do the same, will you go play the victim? Or do you got me way too open to be open? Is the lens I see you through just way too focused? What if I'm curious and caught up in the moment? Will I mess around when you're across the ocean? Can I control it? Oh, woah Do you got me way too open to be open? Would I let it twist up all of my emotions? Will I mess around when you're across the ocean? Do you got me way too open to be (open)? Made it out the mud, it's still as cleanly Pull up where I'm from and they respect me Made some room for you up in the front seat Slidin', need one to confide in Then we hear the sirens, grindin' I knew it was all in you When I saw your eyes, then I met your hands Lay it on my thigh, you control the cruise I make you crazy when nobody watchin' I'm out your way and I proceed with caution Don't do too much talkin', just lay down that action Know you come off bold, but it's just your passion Oh, you're passionate, baby Passionate, baby Passionate, baby Passionate, baby It's only your passion how you move by You fallin' head over, right outta the sky Fatal attraction, you lay down and die Know how you get, I know how you do it

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour