Kurt Vile - Baby's Arms

There has been but one true love
In my baby’s arms, in my baby’s arms
And I got the hands to hold onto them

I get sick of just about everyone
And I hide in my baby’s arms
‘Cause except for her, you know, as I’ve implied

I will never ever ever be alone
‘Cause it’s all in my baby’s hands
Shiny, shiny secret stones
In my baby’s hands

I get sick of just about everyone
And I hide in my baby’s arms
Shrink myself just like a tom thumb
And I hide in my baby’s hands

‘Cause except for her
There just ain’t nothin’ to latch onto

There has been but one true love
In my baby’s arms