I Go Weak At The Knees Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'm in the mood for writing songs
cause I'm a shipwreck in your hair
trying to steer a course, gentle and fair.

I'm in the mood for singing blues songs
remembering the years in the dark
till it was, I, rambled-lost into your heart?

Yes, I'm in the mood for a sad song,
but-my-siren yours is all I want to hear
my heart and soul are like a fish in your creel.

And darling-isn't that why the sea squeals
oh, darling-isn't it why a storm screams?
And darling-isn't that why I go weak at the knees?