Maybe the sky is falling down around us,
Maybe the world has turned against us, my Love
Maybe fate has another plan for our heart, a direction
Maybe we'll fall back in line with the constellations
Maybe the vultures will fly for our love, circling skies
Maybe we'll cry, just cry

Or,
Maybe we'll be rebels and fight the clouds, Love
Maybe the stars yearn, burn for our love
Maybe we'll burn the world in its tracks
Maybe fate has given us a test of the heart, we'll pass
Maybe the doves bring with them a fig, a sign
Maybe, without you I'll die

Maybe, Love, I'll be there the next time you cry
Maybe, Love, I'll clothe you in skin the next time you so desire
But there is no maybes, my Dear Sweethearted Love
That you hold in your hand, gentler than the grace of a dove
My pounding heart, and all its beating love
And I'm hoping that maybe you'll understand, Dear Love
That I want to charge through this with you, hand in hand