| Song | Not Within Arms Length |
| Artist | Poison the Well |
| Album | The Opposite of December |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Poison The Well | |
| Not within arms length | |
| I'd sever the stars from the sky and place them in your hands if | |
| I thought another wish / they'd see the light of day but you stand beyond the sun | |
| Beyond the reach of just a friend maybe if i grew wings / maybe if you lost yours these words would flow like water if you'd let them scrape your heart | |
| Not with in arms length embedded within my concise effort a silent cry | |
| I receive no comfort and as | |
| I collapse we remain nothing more than friends | |
| As I hold my breath / a throat full of cement | |
| I'm disgusted by repetition | |
| I accept this curse of friendship / your friend / friendship |
| zuo ci : Poison The Well | |
| Not within arms length | |
| I' d sever the stars from the sky and place them in your hands if | |
| I thought another wish they' d see the light of day but you stand beyond the sun | |
| Beyond the reach of just a friend maybe if i grew wings maybe if you lost yours these words would flow like water if you' d let them scrape your heart | |
| Not with in arms length embedded within my concise effort a silent cry | |
| I receive no comfort and as | |
| I collapse we remain nothing more than friends | |
| As I hold my breath a throat full of cement | |
| I' m disgusted by repetition | |
| I accept this curse of friendship your friend friendship |
| zuò cí : Poison The Well | |
| Not within arms length | |
| I' d sever the stars from the sky and place them in your hands if | |
| I thought another wish they' d see the light of day but you stand beyond the sun | |
| Beyond the reach of just a friend maybe if i grew wings maybe if you lost yours these words would flow like water if you' d let them scrape your heart | |
| Not with in arms length embedded within my concise effort a silent cry | |
| I receive no comfort and as | |
| I collapse we remain nothing more than friends | |
| As I hold my breath a throat full of cement | |
| I' m disgusted by repetition | |
| I accept this curse of friendship your friend friendship |