The Woodlands
I'm prepared to lose my mind for the night, love
So can we slow down
Looks like you know how
These times they get so strange but I'm sure
That I'd hold ya
Looks like you'd hold me too
This is breaking news
And now you're pushing through
I'm caught up by your fire
And I can't escape
You've got me in the palm of your hands
Why would I retire when you're calling my name
Oh, Oh
Where the hell'd you come from
It doesn't matter now
Oh, Oh
Seems that I do better
When I just shut my mouth
I'll ask myself, oh
Is the goal your love
I'll ask myself, oh
Is it just your touch
I'm so prone to overthinking, I know, love
It's my curse
But it could be worse, of that I'm sure because I'll
See you a thousand times and a couple more
When I think back to The Woodlands
And the way I held you just that once
Oh, Oh
Where the hell'd you come from
It doesn't matter now
Oh, Oh
Seems that I do better
When I just shut my mouth
I'll ask myself, oh
Is the goal your love
I'll ask myself, oh
Is it just your touch
Oh, Oh
Where the hell'd you come from
It doesn't matter now
Oh, Oh
Seems that I do better
When I just shut my mouth
I'll ask myself, oh
Is the goal your love
I'll ask myself, oh
Is it just your touch
Someday I'll get it right
So can we slow down
Looks like you know how
These times they get so strange but I'm sure
That I'd hold ya
Looks like you'd hold me too
This is breaking news
And now you're pushing through
I'm caught up by your fire
And I can't escape
You've got me in the palm of your hands
Why would I retire when you're calling my name
Oh, Oh
Where the hell'd you come from
It doesn't matter now
Oh, Oh
Seems that I do better
When I just shut my mouth
I'll ask myself, oh
Is the goal your love
I'll ask myself, oh
Is it just your touch
I'm so prone to overthinking, I know, love
It's my curse
But it could be worse, of that I'm sure because I'll
See you a thousand times and a couple more
When I think back to The Woodlands
And the way I held you just that once
Oh, Oh
Where the hell'd you come from
It doesn't matter now
Oh, Oh
Seems that I do better
When I just shut my mouth
I'll ask myself, oh
Is the goal your love
I'll ask myself, oh
Is it just your touch
Oh, Oh
Where the hell'd you come from
It doesn't matter now
Oh, Oh
Seems that I do better
When I just shut my mouth
I'll ask myself, oh
Is the goal your love
I'll ask myself, oh
Is it just your touch
Someday I'll get it right
Credits
Writer(s): William Cannon Tapley
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