As my legs approach your door, not sure what they're hoping for
Oh, maybe our shoes hit the floor
Maybe we [bad word] of somewhere

Eyes so tired or eyes so wild
I get caught from either side of your peripheral [bad word] on tell me what you're hiding

In the swells of harmattan, blushed and offered me your hand
But I can't keep holding on if these Kid Gloves start to sleep off

Smile like paper, tear and tape
Something I just have to say, "I have resent and half revere every part of you my dearest"

And I can't stop singing to myself as everything falls 'round my head
I can't stop singing to myself as [bad word] down

And it all could disappear if I let go
Tomorrow you would keep me in the cold

And it all could disappear if I let go
Tomorrow you would keep me in the...

And I can't stop singing to myself as everything falls 'round my head
I can't stop singing to myself as [bad word] down