Think I'd like to love you
But thinking makes me doubt
Think I could be good for you
But what's this all about
Think the timing's tricky
Not that it couldn't work
My mental gears are sticking
I'd rather not get burned
Not get burned
But it's too late we're already there
Your hand is in my hair
It's too late you've said those words
And I'm caught in your snare
Your snare of blue eyes, blue skies, freckles and smells of rain
All the dark nights, truck rides I don't think I'll ever be the same
I think I'd like to help you
Lift you when you're down
Let you say those words to me
Give to me a verbal crown
Think I'd like to hold you
Arms touching on your couch
Think I'd like to know you
Cause I still can't figure you out
But it's too late we're already there
Your hand is in my hair
It's too late you've said those words
And I'm caught in your snare
Your snare of blue eyes, blue skies, freckles and smells of rain
All the dark nights, truck rides I don't think I'll ever be the same
But it's too late we're already there
And I love your hand in my hair
It's too late you've said those words
And I'm caught in your snare
Your snare of blue eyes, blue skies, freckles and smells of rain
All the dark nights, truck rides I don't think I'll ever be the same
And that's okay