LØST SIGNAL, Riviera, RIVIERA In My Arms

You’re folding up your sweater
Stuffing pockets full of keys
You say
It’s only for a weekend
I’ll text you when I leave
You’re laughing in the hallway
But your eyes keep checking mine
Like you’re asking
Is it okay
If I go live my life?

But in my arms
You’re still that kid on the back porch
Talking forever
In my arms
Time gives up
Every minute tied together
You can run out chasing all your stars
You’re always here
In my arms

Your toothbrush by the mirror
Your playlist in my car
An old receipt from late-night fries
Folded like a heart
You’re sending little photos
Of the view from where you land
I’m tracing every message
Like I’m holding your hand

Cause in my arms
You’re still asleep on a Sunday
Hair on my sweater
In my arms
Every storm that we outran feels like good weather
You can drift out farther than you planned
You’re always here
In my hands
In my heart
In my arms

If the train feels too long
If the night feels too sharp
Close your eyes
Hear my voice
Feel the room
Feel the dark
I’ll be right there
Breathing slow
Right where you left me

In my arms
You’re still that light in the doorway
Saying “just one second”
In my arms
Every fear that you talked through turns into a blessing
You can go and redraw all your maps
I’ll keep your place
In my hands
In my heart
You’re always safe
In my arms