كلمات Aching Arms

I travel in eastern directions I rise with the morning light She bathes in her own perfection I drown in her surface light She moves towards conversation I swallow my tongue We indulge in each others reflection It's a strain but it's always aching arms Aching hearts We travel in eastern directions I swallow my tongue We indulge in each others reflection It's a strain but it's always aching arms Aching hearts Feels like a paradise to me.