If you'll be the knife that helps out my fork
I'll be the South that holds up your North
If you'll be the teeth that bite my tongue
Then perhaps I won't say anything dumb

If you'll be the branch where I hang my leaf
I'll be the wave that stirs your wanting sea
If you'll be the want and I'll be the need
We'll both be the love on which we both feed

If you'll be the light that takes over my dark
I'll be the beat inside of your heart
If you'll be the end to my fresh start
Then we'll both be the now to where ever we are