Your love wasn't the kind
that knocked me off my feet;
I still stood tall
Your love wasn't the kind
That made me stumble;
I still felt strong
But your love
has grown on me,
And I can't escape
I dream at night
of what would happen
if your love should leave
I would be left to face
the world on my own and,
I am certain I would fall
Because without your love
to help keep me tall,
I will get knocked off my feet
Without your love
to keep me stong,
I will stumble
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 6:07 PM UTC
Your love wasn't the kind
that knocked me off my feet;
I still stood tall
Your love wasn't the kind
That made me stumble;
I still felt strong
But your love
has grown on me,
And I can't escape
I dream at night
of what would happen
if your love should leave
I would be left to face
the world on my own and,
I am certain I would fall
Because without your love
to help keep me tall,
I will get knocked off my feet
Without your love
to keep me stong,
I will stumble
