Take You With Me
November came down hard this year
And I saw you standing clear of the rain
Falling free but I was ready to finally come clean.
Observe me, in my circus show
On a thin light, as I take the rope and lose my nerve
But you, you pull me back with
Your hands in my hand
And our feet all in line
I'm ready, to take you with me
To take you with me
November came down hard this year
And I saw you standing clear of the rain
Falling free but I was ready to finally come
Your hands in my hand
And our feet all in line
I'm ready, to take you with me
To take you with me
Your hands in my hand
And our feet all in line
I'm ready, to take you with me
To take you with me
Writer/s: Arvid Solvang / Maria Mena
