Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moontype
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Margaret McCarthy
Songwriter
Andrew Clinkman
Composer
Emerson Hunton
Composer
Joe Suihkonen
Composer
Lyrics
Coming home from a long drive, past the windmills on 65
Saw them in the dark this time, they look like aliens, you were right
And you don’t want to meet tonight
Oh you don’t want to meet tonight
So I lay down in my own sweet bed, pull the covers over my head
And drifted into a thoughtless sleep, without the secret that you keep
That you don’t want to be with me
Oh you don’t want to be with me
I’m not finished yet
Don’t walk out that door
Hold me close to you
Let me cry in your arms once more
So I caught you on the next night, you shook me to my core and I
Tried to understand you, you said the threads were coming loose
But I still want to be with you
Oh I still want to be with you
Oh is this how it ends, my fingers wrapped up in yours and
Tear stains on the pillowcase, my face is inches from your face
And I don’t want to leave this place
Oh I don’t want to leave this place
I’m not finished yet
Don’t walk out that door
Hold me close to you
Let me cry in your arms once more
Let me cry, let me cry
What did you expect me to say
It’s not fair, it’s not fair
But I guess it’s gonna be that way
Let me cry, let me cry
What did you expect me to say
It’s not fair, it’s not fair
But I guess it’s gonna be that way
I’m not finished yet
Don’t walk out that door
Hold me close to you
Let me cry in your arms once more
Written by: Andrew Clinkman, Emerson Hunton, Joe Suihkonen, Margaret McCarthy