歌词：Lights. The Listening. February Air.

If you don't believe me
If you don't like my plans
You mustn't tell me
I know your face like the back of my hand

We walk the city
I talk so you understand
So won't you tell me
I know this place like the back of my hand

My arms get cold in February air
Please don't lose hold of me out there

And I know you're near me
I know you understand
Say that you're with me
So you know my face like the back of your hand

My arms get cold in February air
Please don't lose hold of me out there

My arms get cold in February air
Please don't lose hold of me out there

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Out there

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My arms get cold in February air
Please don't lose hold of me out there

My arms get cold in February air
Please don't lose hold of me out there

There, there, February air, air
And I know this place like the back of my hand