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