Her name was Em and she's so beautiful.
Her name was extravagant so as her perfect curls.
Her name was Em.
And I thought I knew what was happening then.

Her voice is gentle like that of a song.
Her hands clasped in my calloused ones, the rose and the thorn.
Her name was Em. And she is unpredictable.

Her name is Em.
Embrace the true essence of friendship and love.
Embark on a journey, either a walk or swim.
Empty the mind and let the soul dance within.

Her name is Em.
And I knew what was happening then.