There used to be a romance in the air

Now every day that passes brings him a panic

He used to feel there is nothing more than within the plastic

With a fragile heart the soul is losing feel



When he gets out he knows what how could do

When he finds you he know he might pull through

He will find you and you will be

The only exit for

The boy with the golden arm



He used to hold such substantial passions

Now the passions lie with the substance

Is it a monumental boredom or a love of all things

Sweet, it starts right here



The anaesthetic starts to heal



When he gets out he knows what how could do

When he finds you he know he might pull through

He will find you and you will be

The only exit for

The boy with the golden arm



This sickness stops feel

The anaesthetic starts to heal

This sickness stops feel

The anaesthetic starts to heal



When he gets out he knows what how could do

When he finds you he know he might pull through

He will find you and you will be

The only exit for

The boy with the golden arm