Matt Costa - These Arms

With an upwind facing starboard
I wasn't sure of where to go
And the salt burns my skin
And your eyes were cold as the ocean

This is our day today
Won't you find a way back
To these arms


And we're bound for where we started
With a downwind course through the harbour
And at sunset I was sorry
That this was our day today
This is our day today

Why can't you find a way
Won't you find a way back
To these arm