How many times
Looking at your picture
I've liked the way that you talk to me

But even in my dreams
I've had to let you go
I know, I know

You're gonna say
It's slippin' through our fingers
And all I want

Is darlin' to be wanting you
Get away
Don't give me the fever or the touch

'Cause it hurts too much

We got a way

With pulling in closer
And treating love so recklessly
We got a way

With pushing our luck
Oh, I've got a way with you
And you've got a way with me


We got a way
With taking it higher

And hanging on so helplessly
We got a way
With pushing our luck

I've got a way with you
And you've got a way with me


How many times
Thinking of the feelings