If I Cut My Hair, Hawaii Will Sink

You keep tugging on my shirt,

just to pull me closer.

One single step at a time.

Your skin against mine.

I can just feel you wondering.

Fit to be tied,

Fit to be tied.

Fit to be, fit to be tied.

I feel weak.

Thrown in wide open spaces.

We turn ourselves inside out,

expose what we're afraid to see.

And I know what you're thinking.

I tell myself.

I keep pulling

I keep pulling

Now grown numb.

Petrified, I think.

No, no you don't mean it.

You simply say it, because you like the way that it sounds

I feel weak.

Thrown in wide open spaces.

We turn ourselves inside out,

expose what we're afraid to see.

And I know what you're thinking.

I feel weak,

And I give up.

And I give up.

Sell it well.

C'mon and sell it, sell it.

Sell it well.

C'mon and sell it, sell it.

I feel weak