I'm in love with the way the world keeps turning,
and letting me fumble over and over again, back into your arms

I kind of like the way you stumble as you catch me
it's familiar, and it's you
and it's your trembling hands I love

I feel as if the gin is never really the culprit with you and I,
we're ocean waves, meant to crash into each other endlessly

and these four left feet stumble back to dance this silly dance
but I like this silly dance, and it's your trembling hands I love