Cakewalk by A Place In Time Lyrics

Coming to grips, feels like I’m grasping at straws again
Insatiable, sensational indulgence
Place our bets under false pretense, in my defense
But I can’t shake the feeling time with you is time well spent

I can’t quite put my finger on it
As a rule of thumb, I’m wrapped around your fingertips
Anticipation
Cut off circulation
Impatience
End of conversation

Don’t jump the gun 'till cards are laid out on the table
A sleight of hand, can’t catch our breath, feelings disabled
What is love if not a label?
Greater truth or a cruel fable?
You hit the nail right on the head of my thick skull
Contents under pressure, a constant endeavor
A fleeting thought on the rocks
Sweetie, we can’t expect a cakewalk
I can’t quite put my finger on it
As a rule of thumb, I’m wrapped around your fingertips
Infatuation
Cut off circulation
Temptation
End of conversation

A far cry from the stories we were told
Dried up tears, refusal to break the mold
Over the years, patience gets old
Can’t buy back the things that I’ve sold
(A far cry) A far cry from the stories we were told
(Dried up tears) Dried up tears, refusal to break the mold
(Over the years) Over the years, patience gets old
(Over the years) Can’t buy back the things that I’ve sold

Did you leave enough room for dessert?
Or did I spoil your appetite?
Can I walk a mile in your shoes until my cold feet hurt?
My cold feet hurt