Will you come over and hold me?
          You asked me
          On a Saturday evening,
It’s cold and I need your warmth…

I don't know what I'm supposed to say,
          I trembled,
I guess I’ve lost my sense of direction,
          I mumbled as I looked down.

Please? Just one more night?
I promise it’ll be the time of your time,
          You beg, yet seem to not get the point
          That not everything will come to you so easily.

I’m sorry,
But you’ve got me all wrong.
I don’t want to feel anymore.
I just want to escape from this storm.