hold my own i won t i won t pull the rope to keep close keep close won t you carefully rest place your hand on my chest oh i see myself an old man an old man with arms painted blue black blue black harvest of plans with your frame leaned back oh the lake was filled with light with light a spark you heard from inside inside and it called you near erased my fears for the night won t you make your home with me in my arms you were made from my bones for me for my arms won t you make your home with me in my arms you were made from my bones for me for my arms won t you make your home with me in my arms you were made from my bones for me for my arms