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