The Jealous Sound

It's the car in the crash
And it all kicks your ass
You can't breathe
It's the start and the stall
And the shame of it all
It's something deceiving
Is there joy in your disease
It's the push of the past
And the die that we cast out
Over and over
With you in my arms I will be new
Stolen charm
Does that make sense to you
Does that make any
Does that make sense to you
It's the song that you bring
As the pawn takes the king
I'm willing to wager
The line for the drinks
And everyone stinks
Cell phone and pagers
Don't feed that line to me
It's smoke and it's sex
And it's what they expect
It's taking me over
With you in my arms I will be new
Stolen charm
Does that make sense to you
With the hold around your wrist
The hope I have for this
These arms wont move til you
Refuse to let this die
And if the motion makes you sick
The point I never miss
These arms wont leave til you
Believe my side is forever
With you in my arms I will be new
Stolen charm
Does that make sense to you