I'm not gonna fight
I'm not gonna fight these good feelings
I've played that game
I'm so tired of that game
You know I never win
Look what she's doing to me
She's weaving silver linings through all my bad dreams
Look at what she's doing to me
I'm her Harold
I'm her Harold and she's my Maude
While I'm tied up with worry
She's in the ring and her gloves are off
Look what she's showing to me
Every funeral it should be a party
Look what she's showing to me
Now there stands a forest where there once were dead leaves
And I've got her right where she wants me
Right where the air meets your feet
She's got me right where I want her
Right where the bed meets the sheets
That girl is growing on me
I admit it to myself although reluctantly
That girl is growing on me
She took me further
She took me further than I've ever been
I tried to run
Yes I tried to run
She caught me again
Look what she's trying to grow
I pulled the curtain and she broke the window
Look what she's trying to grow
That girl is growing on me
I admit it to myself although reluctantly
That girl is growing on me