Rostock

pull me down 'cause I'm lifting off the ground
into space I'm tethered to the sound
we watch the lights of the city come alive
and I will stand beside you
I could be your possession, a trophy-colored pride
you ask me for the ocean, my tongue is getting dry
we laugh about the hour the sun is coming up
as time dissolves around you
and I will be in your arms, I will be safe and warm
I will be in your arms, I will be all your own
I want to sit beside you and serenade again
we talk of Spanish dancing, you play your mandolin
the light above the harbour has moved into your eyes
and I won't fall behind you
and I will be in your arms, I will be safe and warm
I will be in your arms, I will be all your own
and I will be in your arms, I will be all your own