From the recording brink
Lyrics
Here in your arms I can forget,
And here in your arms I can dream;
Here in your arms I can become the one I’ve met but never been.
Here in your arms I can pretend
That here in your arms I am real;
Here in the scent of your skin,
in the caress of your eyes,
I am better.
Here in your arms, all is pretend,
And here in your arms, nothing is real.
Here, in the stench of your skin, in the disguise of your eyes, I am nothing;
I am nothing;
I am nothing.