Tears do fall in their storms.
And all I want to do is hold him,
And keep him safe and warm.
The man, he tries to kiss me.
But he's too drunk to see,
That he's just caught in the moment,
But it means a lot more to me.
The child, within, takes over.
The start of another game.
Don't appreciate the supportive nature.
To him it's just all the same.
The gentleman, thinks he's helping.
Taking my hand from my side.
He has this idea of dancing,
Underneath the street light, outside.