Hold on to my hand never let go, never let go. We were just two kids acting tough, then we grew up, well me not so much. All the other guys that you've seen, are nothing compared to me, because my love is strong and my heart is weak, after all. When we first met, we spoke so brief, you sang a sonnet I hummed sweet relief. Do you recall the night we took the L, out into Bushwick, it was colder than hell. Maybe there, it should've stopped, 'cause I'm left here feeling like a cop, because my love is strong and my heart is weak after all. To the other side of the states return, I met a young girl, well I couldn't manage her. Because I think of you in every girl I meet, there's no relief that sounds to me just as sweet. So maybe I'm the fool for feeling used, but way we kissed that night I thought you knew, because my love is strong and my heart is weak, after all.