I see conclusion in all this confusion of mine.
Though you and I both know it's only the warm glow of wine
that's got you to feeling this way
- but I don't care, I want you to stay.

Just hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today.
Children are dancing, the gamblers are chancing their awe,
Window's accusing the door of abusing the wall.
But who cares what the nightwatchmen say;
the stage has been set for the play.
So just hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today.
The moon's come and gone, but a few stars hang on to the sky.
The wind's running free, but it ain't up to me to ask why.
But the poets are demanding their pay
and they've left me with nothing to say.

Except hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today
Just hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today.
Just hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today.