If you don't believe me
If you don't like my plans
You mustn't tell me
How I know your face like the back of my hand

We walk the city
I talk so you understand
So won't you tell me
How I know this place like the back of my hand

My arms get cold
In [bad word] air
Please don't lose hold of me out there

And I know you're near me
I know you understand
Say that you're with me
Do you know my face like the back of your hand

My arms get cold
In [bad word] air
Please don't lose hold of me out there

My arms get cold
In [bad word] air
Please don't lose hold of me out there

yeah yeah yeah yeah

Out there

yeah yeah yeah yeah

My arms get cold
In [bad word] air
Please don't lose hold of me out there

My arms get cold
In [bad word] air
Please don't lose hold of me out there

There
There [bad word] air, air
And i know this place like the back of my hand