`When your feathers are soaked and your eyes are too bloody to see,
and you pulled every punch that you had but there`s one that you need,
then you`ve waited too long,
there`s a hole in your heart,
and all you`ve become is emotionally overrun.
Chorus:
Wishing wells were made to echo a dime,
the consequences are you keep on relying,
you`ve become a run and hide refugee,
baby I`m a cop, stop, put up your hands and surrender to me.
You`re gonna get hooked if there`s anything left I can do,
you`ve already disarmed it`s your lasting alarm I pursue,
you can loosen those fists,
c`mon blow me a kiss,
you`ve been roughed up enough to deserve some relief from your troubles,
so I`m coming in.
CHORUS
Otherwise, I would never tell you what to do despite,
any indecision though I know I`m right,
arguing was always my forte,
and one thing I can say is I won`t tell you lies,
or treat you like a rental car like other guys,
and if you think I`m crazy find an alibi,
cause you will need some evidence to show.