Cold Feet Paroles

Like a dream to have you on my arm
But even if you wanted to
I was gonna need a bit of proof

There's a space for me
On the edge of your seat
Where you wanted me to sit
Where you wanted me to sit

But my will is weak
And I'm tired of cold feet
Thought you wanted it to last
Thought you wanted it to last

In the golden afternoon
I can hear you in the other room
Fixing things with sellotape
Bound together by the myths you made

No-one ever seems There's a space for me
On the edge of your seat
Where you wanted me to sit
Where you wanted me to sit

But my will is weak
And I'm tired of cold feet
Thought you wanted it to last
Thought you wanted it to last

There's a space for me
On the edge of your seat
Where you wanted me to sit
Where you wanted me to sit

But my will is weak
And I'm tired of cold feet
Thought you wanted it to last
Thought you wanted it to last

And the world you live
Is so convincing
Will the audience laugh?
Will the audience wilt?

Going home next week
And I'm tired of cold feet
Thought you wanted it to last
Thought you wanted it to last