Think I'd like to love you But thinking makes me doubt Think I could be good for you But what's this all about Think the timing's tricky Not that it couldn't work My mental gears are sticking I'd rather not get burned Not get burned But it's too late we're already there Your hand is in my hair It's too late you've said those words And I'm caught in your snare Your snare of blue eyes, blue skies, freckles and smells of rain All the dark nights, truck rides I don't think I'll ever be the same I think I'd like to help you Lift you when you're down Let you say those words to me Give to me a verbal crown Think I'd like to hold you Arms touching on your couch Think I'd like to know you Cause I still can't figure you out But it's too late we're already there Your hand is in my hair It's too late you've said those words And I'm caught in your snare Your snare of blue eyes, blue skies, freckles and smells of rain All the dark nights, truck rides I don't think I'll ever be the same But it's too late we're already there And I love your hand in my hair It's too late you've said those words And I'm caught in your snare Your snare of blue eyes, blue skies, freckles and smells of rain All the dark nights, truck rides I don't think I'll ever be the same And that's okay