His Arms Heal My Bruised Past

Grimy delta blues stomp with overdriven slide guitar and gritty harmonica; female vocals raw and upfront, sitting right on the edge of breakup, Verse rides a mid-tempo shuffle with handclap accents and foot-stomp floor tom; chorus widens with gang shouts on key phrases and a dirtier, thicker guitar tone, Occasional call-and-response backing lines, harmonica fills answering the vocal between phrases, and a brief breakdown before the final hook, female vocals, blues

[Verse 1] Boots by the back door Dust on the kitchen glass Coffee still bitter on my tongue Like the words from my last love He walks in Says nothing Sets down his coat real slow Catches my shaking fingers Like they’re all he’ll ever hold [Chorus] His arms heal my bruised past Bandage every busted year I fall hard I fall fast But I don’t taste that old fear In his chest I breathe at last His arms heal my bruised past [Verse 2] I’ve worn out cheap apologies From men who loved the chase Lipstick smeared on empty nights Mascara rivers on my face But he just hums that low tune Presses his heart to mine My storms turn into soft rain When our cracked edges align [Chorus] [Bridge] Lights flicker in the hallway My doubts try to creep back in He pulls me closer Closer Says “We ain’t what broke you then” I trace the lines on his knuckles Stories carved in bone and skin Two tired souls at the table Finally learning how to win [Chorus]

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