You keep tugging on my shirt
Just to pull me closer
One single step at a time
Your skin against mine
I can just feel you under me
Fit to be tight.

Fit to be tight,
Fit to be, fit to be tight.

I feel weak
Grown in wide open spaces
We turn ourselves inside out
Expose what were afraid to see
And I know what you're thinking
I told myself:
"You keep pulling, you keep pulling!"

Now grown up petrified I think,
No, no you don't mean it
You simply say it
Because you like the way that it sounds.

I feel weak
Grown in wide open spaces
We turn ourselves inside out
Expose what were afraid to see
And I know what you're thinking.

I feel weak and I give up, and I give up
tell me why go on and, and tell me
tell me, tell me why
tell me, tell me,
I feel weak.