The slowest melodies coated me. Soothing rhythms stoked the fire in my belly. Music is the man that made a woman out of me. The purest voices call to me, deafening as the cry of 10,000 babies. Music was the lamb that made a lion out of me. Long as I have my voice, I don't need arms to hold. I'll never need arms to hold me. Swallow me. Swallow me. Swallow me. Swallow me. Recognizing realizing. Recognize between the lines of what you feel and what you be. You could be so lost and so found deep inside of me. Swallow me. The composition fractured me yet I pieced into the girl I long to be. When I fall apart, that's when the notes will swallow me. Long as I have my voice, I don't need arms to hold. Long as you have your voice, you don't need arms to hold. You'll never need arms to hold you. I'll never need arms to hold me. Recognizing realizing. Recognize between the lines of what you feel and what you be. You could be so lost and so found deep inside of me. Swallow, swallow me. Recognize, realize, utilize it. Swallow, swallow, swallow me. Utilize, recognize, realize. And you and me and these arms belong to you. It's all inside of you. It's all inside of me. You look, but you don't see. It's deep inside of you deep inside of me. Swallow me. Swallow.