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 wondering
Fit to be tied

Fit to be tied
Fit to be 
Fit to be tied

I feel weak 
Thrown in wide open spaces
We turn ourselves inside out
Expose what we're afraid to see
And I know what you're thinking
I tell myself 
You keep pulling
You keep pulling

Now grown numb 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 
Thrown in wide open spaces
We turn ourselves inside out
Expose what we're afraid to see
And I know what you're thinking

I feel weak 
And I give up
And I give up
Sell it well [bad word] on and 
And sell it
Sell it
Sell it well
Sell it 
Sell it
I feel weak