Weak Knees from Boston Sessions by Erik Hartley
Tracklist
4. | Weak Knees | 3:26 |
Lyrics
My knees are weak,
And I can't even speak
Want to come across the room
And talk to you
I must believe
That this isn't a dream
If I keep this smile on
She might follow me home
Keep holding her hand
And pull her body close
Maybe you can keep
Her from growing cold
There's so little time
But that doesn't mean
You have to let go, no
Keep holding her hand
And slowly walk her home
Maybe you can be
The one to grow old
There's so little time
But that doesn't mean
You have to let go, no
I find my feet
And I cross the room
You notice me,
I pretend to notice you
And I can tell you hate
Being alone
If i buy her this drink
She might follow me home
Keep holding her hand
And pull her body close
Maybe you can keep
Her from growing cold
There's so little time
But that doesn't mean
You have to let go, no
Keep holding her hand
And slowly walk her home
Maybe you can be
The one to grow old
There's so little time
But that doesn't mean
You have to let go, no
She says just give her some time,
And maybe she will invite me inside
And she says, she knows that it's like
When you can't seem to find anyone right.
Keep holding her hand
And pull her body close
Maybe you can keep
Her from growing cold
There's so little time
But that doesn't mean
You have to let go, no
Keep holding her hand
And slowly walk her home
Maybe you can be
The one to grow old
There's so little time
But that doesn't mean
You have to let go, no