If you don't believe me
If you don't like my plans
You musn't tell me
How I know your face like the back of my hand
We walk the city
I talk, so you understand
So won't you tell me
How I know this place, like the back of my hand
My arms get cold,
In february air,
Please don't lose hold,
Of me out there
And I know you're near me
I know you understand
Say that you're with me
Do you know my face, like the back of your hand
My arms get cold,
In february air.
Please don't lose hold,
Of me out there...
My arms get cold,
In february air.
Please don't lose hold,
On me out there...
Yeah, yeah...
Yeah, yeah...
Out threre...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Hey, yeah...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Hey, yeah...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
My arms get cold,
In february air.
Please don't lose hold,
On me out there...
My arms get cold,
In february air.
Please don't lose hold,
On me out there...
...there, there...
... february air, air...
And I know this place,
Like the back of my hand...
Writer(s): David Thomson, Lights Valerie Anne Poxleitner
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