Was it something unsaid
It's getting cold out
"Well"
I'm nervous 'til I find your face
Anywhere I go
Aim, it gets physical
Was it something undid?
Thirty-four hours
But I'll never fall out of faith
Everywhere I go
Aim, it gets physical
Oh I'm in need, dependin'
I will wait up til you call me out
I will warn anyone out there
Honestly you wanna find me

Tell me what you need and I'll see you get by
I was wrong I hurt you
Pick me pick me
And I'll swear it will be right
Lay it on
I've hurt you

Tell me what you feel
'Cause I need to get by
Was it something I said?
I'd fade away the hours
Though I never fought allowed it
Everywhere I go, it gets physical
Was it something I did
It's getting cold out
But I'll never fall out of faith

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Writer(s): Elizabeth Powell, Jace s Lasek, Mark Wheaton, Olga dorice Goreas