I'm sitting in the middle, you're taking every little piece of me in your hands. You're feeling none-the-wiser even though I try to make you understand. Your love is like a riddle and I'm feeling kind of fickle listening to your commands. You're starting to deny me, maybe it's time we drew a line in the sand.
Hold me one more time before we say goodbye, it's only one more night so hold me.
I've been suffering in silence when all I need is guidance but you never take my hand. Our love is hypocritical, mentally and physical, am I or am I not your man? No longer in the middle listening to riddles that I'll never understand. I'm starting to deny you, maybe it's time to draw a line in the sand.
Hold me one more time before we say goodbye, it's only one more night so hold me