you in I?ve been here hoping You would choose me I?m standing here I?ve never left you I?m standing here With open arms I?m standing here With open arms
he'll show you his teeth that have rotted too soon That can haul up the sails that can swallow the moon And he yells to the cook with his arms open
We'll take our virtues up in arms To save ourselves Tonight I'll fight and friends will stand here And die with us Halo, you mean nothing to me Angel
He will show you his teeth that have rotted too soon That can swallow the moon, that can haul up the sails And he asks to the cook with his arms open
Be hold the way our fine feathered-friend his virtue doth parade. Thou knowest not my dim witted friend, the picture Thou hast made. Thy vacant brow
mightiest thighs that I ever have theen! I mean... [MILES] My bride! My bride! Inform my lucky bride: The fabled arms of Miles are open wide. Make haste
He will show you his teeth That have rotted too soon That can swallow the moon That can haul up the sails And he yells to the cook With his arms open
Are you open to open arms? Misdirection does little harm I won't ask, you won't tell Just come around Missed discussions of virtues and Complications
to put it all into perspective with definition. Oh, take a gander the bigger they are the harder they fall. Not needy you'll see, not needy and I come with open arms
years to make a calm reserve then i'd scrape these wires over open nerve do we fall out basking in the glow of harm? i remember trusting you with open arms
he'll show you his teeth That have rotten too soon That can haul up the sails That can swallow the moon And he yells to the cook With his arms open wide
stolen I see you wrestle with your dreams Heavens stand open And scatter their riches My hands need but gather their wealth Love's arms beckon With
fly Christ the redeemer - an icon for mankind Atop the corcovado mountain sky Both his arms are open wide Inviting you to see the light open-heartedness - old virtues
Open our arms up to the terrifying skies and accept the deceitfull antidote. Spit in the face of mother nature for we have burned her beautiful cedar.
