Those Things

By the time that I held you in my arms
And I listened to everything you say
The way you talk, the way you move, the warmth of your palpate
The sweet of your voice, the lush in your eyes, the waking next to you

Those are the things that I love from you
Those are the things that I hold on to
Those are the things that you put me through
Those things

I know I'm not the perfect man for you
But I would go through hell and back for you
The way you talk, the way you move, the warmth of your palpate
You are my cocaine, the knife in my heart, you're my getaway

Those are the things that I love from you
Those are the things that I hold on to
Those are the things that you put me through
Those things

Those are the things that I love from you
Those are the things that I hold on to
Those are the things that you put me through
Those things