To say what you done.
I told you 'bout all those fears,
And away they did run.
You sure must be strong,
And you feel like an ocean being warmed by the sun.
When I was just nine-years-old,
I swear that I dreamt,
Your face on a football field,
And a kiss that I kept,
Under my vest.
Apart from everything,
With the heart in my chest.
I know that things can really get rough,
When you go it alone,
Don't go thinking you gotta be tough,
To bleed like a stone.
Could be there's nothing else in our lives so critical,
As this little hole.
