If you don't believe me
If you don't like my plans
You mustn't tell me
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
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
Do 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
out there
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