Armchair Lyrics - Singles - Grant Lee Buffalo

You call me from your armchair with no will to be there 

The weight of your armored suit so immense 

Caught up in the turnstiles even talk becomes battle 

Withdraw your only defense 

I've held that emptiness 

I've held it and I've made the same wish at times 

To lunge headlong and out of reach 

So bleak or bare I'll hold you through each 

Praying to the saints and now the candle is low 

Regrets won't hasten their remedy 

Even when it's awkward in the dull loss of words oh 

Please don't hide your sorrow from me 

'cause I've held oh that emptiness 

I've held it and I've made the same wish at times 

To lunge headlong and out of reach 

So bleak or bare I'll hold you through each 

Hold you through each 

Na na na 

You call me from your armchair 

Everyone's been there once 

I'll be at your side when you're needing someone