You and I would walk on the same cobblestones
But by and by the shadows on the floor tell me you're
High and dry, drunk in love, you're feeble heart
And that's all fine but I seem to worry more often than before
Layla listen you've been walking with your hand behind your back
And everytime you almost slip I almost trip and can't react
Because I care for you and I hope the spokes you ride on are still intact
And if they weren't, I'd fix them back
Let's debate, your nights turn me judgemental
But I hesitate, even at your lowest Layla
I can't hate you, though I would with anybody else
It's my fate to ambivalently carry you home
Layla listen you've been walking on the snow and on the ice
And if ever you should go life without you would not be right
Because you are so dear to me and I'd try and die to make sure you slept soundly at night