Bled dry (bled dry)
Just take my hand
Should it be late, dear, understand
How each wave would blanket us
And time would pass and we would meet with
Self-control with attitude
It's got to start and stop with you and me
We'll set the pace, just take it slow and say
So baby, light the sky
And tell me that you'll right all the wrongs
When we lived within a song
I've had my fill of this tonight
Hold me tight
Hold me tight
Hold me tight
Grace grows, grace grows in winter, I'm told
Though the frost bites hard and it's getting cold
And with each form of reverence
An obvious act of dissonance
Self-control with attitude
It's got to start and stop with you and me (and me)
We'll set the pace, just take it slow and say
So baby, light the sky
And tell me that you'll right all the wrongs
When we lived within a song
I've had my fill of this tonight
Hold me tight
Hold me tight
Hold me tight
O wretched man that I am
Father take me by the hand
Should I fall from the height of my pride,
Lift me up and bring site to my eyes
So baby, light the sky
And tell me that you'll right all the wrongs
When we lived within a song
I've had my fill of this tonight
Hold me tight
Hold me tight
Hold me tight