In the valley, where my heart sinks
There will be no strings
I’m worth nothing
When the sad wind from the night’s end
Help me pretend that I’m your sin
In the dark space, the touch of your soft face
In front of our fireplace, would you believe me
If the phone rings, tell him nothing
Well maybe one thing, that hell is coming
Cause he wasted your time
In a year you’ll be mine
No you don’t fare well
No you don’t fare well without me
When I feel love from your answer
I’ll take a gander, appreciate your candor
If the gloves fits, above the toolbox
You’ll hear a pin drop, it’s the sound of my thoughts
Now the paint cries, down our cheeks it dries
Ooh the pink sky and backlit white lies
