Oh Tender
Bryde
Oh tender thing
I want you more
With your eyes exposed
And barefoot on the kitchen floor
I could not wake your sedated heart
With the strongest will or the steadiest heart
All the things you pull, pull, pull outta me
All the things you pull, pull, pull outta me
Oh, you make a fool, fool, fool out of me
Oh, the things you pull, pull, pull outta me
This wall of lies we weave between
And there you found me
Searching for your company
But truth, it stings a thousand times
In this harshest winter
We cannot survive
All the things you pull, pull, pull outta me
All the things you pull, pull, pull outta me
Oh, you make a fool, fool, fool out of me
All the things you pull, pull, pull outta me
And it never lets up
This feeling won’t subside
That I’ll always be yours
And you were never truly mine
And it never lets up
This feeling won’t subside
And we blindfold ourselves
From what we left behind