Lletres: The Weekend. Cold Feet.

Unwrap your heart for me

'Cause mint condition just means that you haven't been living

Who taught you to be so safe anyways?

A scar is just a battle wound, it tells the tale of earlier days

Before cold feet, cold feet



Can't tell you your heart won't get broken, but

C'mon now - throw some caution to the wind

I'm throwing it to the wind



You could run away scared

Or look it straight in the eye

And tell it "I don't want you coming here no more!"

Don't wait for its reply

Tell me, what are you so afraid of?

Skinned knees and swaying trees?

The world outside? Oh honey, honey, please.

Don't be getting cold feet, cold feet



Can't tell you that your heart won't get broken, but

C'mon now - throw some caution to the wind

I'm throwing it to the wind

I'm throwing it to the wind

I'm throwing it to the wind



You say "You don't know what I've been through!"

Why don't you tell me then, 'cause I'd really like to

Don't keep your heart under lock and key

'Cause if you do it won't find its way to me

To me



I'm throwing it to the wind

I'm throwing it to the wind

I'm throwing it to the wind, oh

I'm throwing it to the wind