Tangled and tongue-tied Battered and bruised, twisted and used By life In a house of cards The walls are paper thing The storm is rolling in Thunder and lightning strikes You need a place to hide I'm right beside you Baby, come rain or shine You will fine shelter inside These arms of mine No rest for weary minds Tired eyes tend to look behind Life is a wounded heart Love is a stage We just play the parts Thunder and lightning strikes You need a place to hide I'm right beside you Baby, come rain or shine You will fine shelter inside These arms of mine Thunder and lightning strikes You need a place to hide I'm right beside you Baby, come rain or shine You will fine shelter inside These arms of mine