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 February 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
Say you know my face like the back of your hand.
My arms get cold
In February air
Please don't lose hold of me out there
My arms get cold
In February air
Please don't lose hold of me out there
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Out there
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My arms get cold
In February air
Please don't lose hold of me out there
My arms get cold
In February air
Please don't lose hold of me out there, there, there
February air, air
And I know this place like the back of my hand.
