Soft Sound of Your Voice

Stay here now,
I haven’t finished figuring you out
I’d like to butter you up to your eyes
before the first time the sun comes up.
The soft sound of your voice
makes me wrangle with all of my fears
and I 'm a little bit undone
I’m a drink beyond knowing a good time to run
In the confusion of desire
I’m forgetting that I’ve got a ring on my hand
but now the memories come back
and I suddenly notice that you’re not my man
Stay here now,
I haven’t finished figuring you out
I’d like to butter you up to your eyes
before the first time the sun comes up
do I not have a choice?
to go home now,
to go home now
Cuz I’m outta my mind
and I don’t wanna wake up all covered in shame
so I’ll sit here a while
and I’ll make up my mind as you’re holding my hand
Stay here now,
I haven’t finished figuring you out
I’d like to butter you up to your eyes
before the first time the sun comes up
go home now
go home now.