I don't know what hit her,
the cold and rain and tide,
Cause I could come and save you,
I don't know what hit her,
the cold and rain and tides,
Cause I could come and save you,
But I think you're crazy,
Maybe, just maybe, I'll make you mine, whoa.
Tell me are you ready, to lose?
This is to bury the truth, I'll fall down.
Eyes fall through the window,
But I could come and save you,
But I think you're crazy, all of the time.
Maybe, just maybe, I'll make you mine, whoa.
Tell me are you ready to lose?
This is to bury the truth, I'll fall down.
Tell me are you ready to lose?
This is to bury the truth, and I'll fall down.
Tell me are you ready to lose?
This is to bury the truth, and I'll fall down.
Tell me are you ready to lose?
This is to bury the truth, and I'll fall down.