Lyrics Painted Arms - Satellite Stories

Painted Arms

Some guy with painted arms, he was coming to you
I was staying way too far
I know you’re holding hands
You got it all worked out
And made your plans
Now, give me your advice
What happens when you meet someone right
Then realise that you were so damn close?
Some guy with painted arms, he was coming to you
I was staying way too far
(She's taken my heart, she’s taken my heart)
Oh, now you’re holding hands
You got it all worked out
And made your plans
(It's a long run)
Oh, now you’re holding hands
You got it all worked out
And made your plans
(It's a long run)
Brooklyn bridge, taking a photo
Getting rich, taking a photo
Raising kids
Taking a photo, taking a photo
Taking a photo, taking a photo
Taking a photo, taking a photo
So then, you and your love
You stumble at the start again
It’s harder when I was so damn close
Some guy with painted arms, he was coming to you
I was staying way too far
(She's taking my heart, she’s taking my heart)
Oh, now you’re holding hands
You got it all worked out
And made your plans
(It's a long run)
Oh, now you’re holding hands
You got it all worked out
And made your plans
(It's a long run)
Even though I dream 'bout you
Even if I’m doing good
And everything is just like it should be
Brooklyn bridge, taking a photo
Getting rich, taking a photo
Raising kids
Taking a photo
Taking a photo
Taking a photo
Brooklyn Bridge, taking a photo
Man I was so damn close
Some guy with painted arms, he was coming to you
I was staying way too far
(She's taking my heart, she’s taking my heart)
Oh, now you’re holding hands
You got it all worked out
And made your plans
(It's a long run)
Some guy with painted arms, he was coming to you
I was staying way too far
(She's taking my heart, she’s taking my heart)
Oh, now you’re holding hands
You got it all worked out
And made your plans
(It's a long run)
Oh, now you’re holding hands
You got it all worked out
And made your plans
(It's a long run)