I'm sorry that I can't let go I
Just want us to groove
The weight has buckled both my shoulders
I struggle just to move
The trials and the tribulations
Could it be the wrong sensation
Would be worth a conversation
If I could have one

This no artificial love
We could both go down
But something bout your touch
It just make me go dumb
Fire in the hole let it blow up
The remains of what we have are getting colder
That's why I dip my head in the ocean
Again

I'm sorry that I can't let go I
Just want us to groove
The weight has buckled both my shoulders
I struggle just to move
The trials and the tribulations
Could it be the wrong sensation
Would be worth a conversation
If I could have one