Armchair Songtext / Lyric

You call me from your armchair
With no will to be there
The weight of your armored
Suit so immense
Caught up in the turnstiles
Even talk becomes battle
Withdraw, your only defense

I've held that emptiness
I've held it
And I've made the same wish
At times to lunge
Headlong and out of reach
So bleak or bare
I'll hold you through each

Praying to the saints and
Now the candle is low
Regret won't hasten their remedy
Even when it's awkward
In the dull loss of words
Oh please don't hide your
Sorrow from me

'Cause I've held that emptiness
I've held it
And I've made the same wish
at times to lunge
Headlong and out of reach
So bleak or bare
I'll hold you through each.

You call me from your armchair
Everyone's been there once
I'll be at your side when you're needing
Someone