The little things you do to me

Take control, pulling me closer.

I want to show you everything I feel,

Like a wild heart racing

My feet are frozen, stuck to the ground,

But I’m longing to move, to turn it around.

I need to catch your eyes, steal your attention,

Before you walk away, lost to the distance.

Step back, step back—give it one more try.

Don’t mess this up; I don’t want goodbye.

Wake up, wake up—this is more than a phase.

Don’t let it go; don’t walk away.

Don’t tell me I’d be

Better off, better off, alone in my mind,

Wondering if life’s better

Without you this time.

And every time you notice me,

Hold me close and speak so sweetly,

I wonder if it’s all a dream—

Or if your words are real, just as they seem

The little things you do to me

Take control, pulling me closer.

I want to show you everything I feel,

Like a wild heart racing, unsteady and real.

My feet are frozen, stuck to the ground,

But I’m longing to move, to turn it around.

I need to catch your eyes, steal your attention,

Before you walk away, lost to the distance.

Step back, step back—give it one more try.

Don’t mess this up; I don’t want goodbye.

Wake up, wake up—this is more than a phase.

Don’t let it go; don’t walk away.

Don’t tell me I’d be

Better off, better off, alone in my mind,

Wondering if life’s better

Without you this time.

And every time you notice me,

Hold me close and speak so sweetly,

I wonder if it’s all a dream—

Or if your words are real, just as they seem