Tell me what's on your mind,
I know you're quaking in your boots,
You wanna leave but I have a hold of your hand.

The sudden urge to hold you tight,
So sorry if I accidentally break your bones,
And if your moon turns to ash,
I'll be the one with the white torch.

We'll be okay,
Cause I have you and you have me,
We can be happy,
We can pretend everything is okay,
Nobody's talking crap,
Nobody's pushing us around.