Over, trip, and walk 
Crawl and call me up 
Against a simple thought I thought I had 

You, inside my arms 
Inside my hands 
Paralyzing every sense I've ever had 

Over silent talk 
Why'd She pick me up 
Arnold in the backseat sitting silenty 
Tracing passing lights 
Tremble on with me 
Dreaming of a simple life We'll never see