Sheave those daggers in your eyes
that cut to the very quick of me
Button those lips painted with lies
that cause me so much misery
lie down those arms let us not fight
I'm tired and want to rest
just come lay by me this night
and listen to my breast
is that not the sound of laughter
not the ache of given tears
so now and here after
box away your foolish fears

I'm here beside you in good bad or worse girl
For this is it this is life not the rehearsal.