now I'm trying to find you
I've got nothing to give you
Just a little bit worn out
I gotta let my guard down
they don't sound familiar
making all of these choices
Now it's coming on winter
and if I hold you tonight
and if I hold you tonight
Show me a place that I can hide
tell me the safe will meet need tonight
I hear the whistle blowing
And if I hold you tonight
And if I hold you tonight I may not let go.
More from Peter Bradley Adams