| I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night
|
| Rough on the surface, but you cut through like a knife
|
| And if it was an open-shut case
|
| I never would've known from that look on your face
|
| Lost in your current like a priceless wine
|
| The more that you say, the less I know
|
| Wherever you stray, I follow
|
| I'm begging for you to take my hand
|
| Wreck my plans, that's my man
|
| Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind
|
| Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneakin' in
|
| As if you were a mythical thing
|
| Like you were a trophy or a champion ring
|
| But there was one prize I'd cheat to win
|
| The more that you say, the less I know
|
| Wherever you stray, I follow
|
| I'm begging for you to take my hand
|
| Wreck my plans, that's my man
|
| You know that my train could take you home
|
| Anywhere else is hollow
|
| I'm begging for you to take my hand
|
| Wreck my plans, that's my man
|
| Life was a willow, and it bent right to your wind
|
| They count me out time and time again
|
| Life was a willow, and it bent right to your wind
|
| But I come back stronger than a '90s trend
|
| Wait for the signal, and I'll meet you after dark
|
| Show me the places where the others gave you scars
|
| Now this is an open-shut case
|
| I guess I should'a known from the look on your face
|
| Every bait-and-switch was a work of art
|
| The more that you say, the less I know
|
| Wherever you stray, I follow
|
| I'm begging for you to take my hand
|
| Wreck my plans, that's my man
|
| You know that my train could take you home
|
| Anywhere else is hollow
|
| I'm begging for you to take my hand
|
| Wreck my plans, that's my man
|
| The more that you say, the less I know
|
| Wherever you stray, I follow
|
| I'm begging for you to take my hand
|
| Wreck my plans, that's my man
|
| You know that my train could take you home
|
| Anywhere else is hollow
|
| I'm begging for you to take my hand
|
| Wreck my plans, that's my man
|
| Hey, that's my man
|
| That's my man
|
| Yeah, that's my man
|
| Baby, every bait-and-switch was a work of art
|
| That's my man
|
| Hey, that's my man
|
| I'm begging for you to take my hand
|
| Wreck my plans, that's my man |