Marcus Foster - Memory of Your Arms

I see nothing but memory of your arms upon this train
the morning lays the first stitch sheet of gold along the plains
Beside the ships and snow my mind is making crazy patterns
like the birds along the lake

There isn't much more longing i can take
There isn't much more longing i can take

The sun is melting amber on the houses painted green & red
my tired bones pretending she is laying there in bed
Between the words and the smoke my eyes are skating on the water
trying hard to stay awake

There isn't much more long i can take
There isn't much more longing i can take

The sky is showing endless roads i have no time to roam
my restless heart is searching for the pathway to your home
Between the towers and the tracks hold the memory of your arms
pull the ice is just about to break

There isn’t much more longing I can take
There isn’t much more longing I can take
There isn’t much more longing I can take

There isn't much more longing i can take (3x)