I could think all day about all of the things I could say to you But I won't even try to sway you I might drink a few, what's the point, I've got too much to lose No I don't want a drink I want you
Chorus: Most times my mind is open to reason/everything falls into place But when you start to talk about going then That's something I cannot face/nothing can take your place Pacing around my room. I keep facing disasters that loom