Into My Arms

My steps, within Three feet, elsewhere They say, don't dare Don't leave that square My will, their will Can move, stand still My part, no heart I must fulfil Like a rising monster All veiled in grey See the walls of dawn They warn you of the day Come

I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Oh, not to touch a hair on your head To leave you as you are If He felt He had to direct you A

Into my arms I don't believe in aninterventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Oh, not to touch a hair on your head To leave you as you are If He felt He had to