You tried, she said to me
As if that counted
And as if she really cared
Just pick yourself up
And start again
We may not click right
But there are plenty of fish in the sea

I hate it when -
the sun rejected
love from the cloud;
and made it
cry every day
during the monsoon,

And yet
the sun still tries
to shine brightly
over the clouds
as if the storm
never happened.

The ocean, made of purest blue,
hides perils deep within.
The scorching day of golden sun
will quickly burn your skin.

The desert dune, so soft and smooth,
Is merciless and cruel.
But the rugged cliff, though coarse and cracked,
will not make you his fool.

Sometimes he'll break and crumble
but he only has one face.
He's proud to be imperfect,
and you'll always know your place.

Though tall and strong, he's humble
and he listens to your voice.
If you call out he'll call right back.
When you sing, he'll rejoice.

He'll offer you a foothold
or a place to stop and rest
and, though sometimes he'll slip and fall,
he'll always do his best

to give you shelter from the cold
or hold back raging tides.
His caverns, seeming dark at first,
bear sanctuary inside.

In burning heat he'll give you solace
from the scorching sands.
When darkness falls, you'll know he's there
when you reach out your hand.

He'll hold you high above the world
and show you off to all.
He'll make you feel mighty
anytime you're feeling small.

Climb high with him and you'll be sure
the view was worth the risk.
All that he asks is for respect.
But you know all of this.

How then, is it so easy
for you to compromise
on what can satisfy your soul,
yet not so for your eyes?

Perhaps you can help me see
how there's a reason why
you'd give up so much just to have
a 'better looking' guy.

I know we talked about this,
and we agreed to just be friends,
and I don't mean to make things hard for you
by bringing it up again

but every waking minute
I still can't get you off my mind,
and no matter where I'm sleeping
I dream of you every time,

and I've been thinking about the good times,
all the smiles and laughs we've shared.
The thought of ever losing that
makes me feel so scared.

Lately you seem distant
but I hope that doesn''t last.
I don't want to ever think of you
as just somebody from my past.

- -
[Bridge]
Because I know that you're worth fighting for.
Don't wanna disrespect you,
you turned me down once before.
But I know that you're worth figh-ting for.
You're everything I need and more.

- -
[Chorus]
So give me a chance, give me a chance.
Take a gamble on me.
I won't let you down.
I won't let you down.

Take a look at you and him now,
just think about it you'll see
he don't respect you the way he should
or love you the way I could. (Oh no)

Because I know that you're worth fighting for.
You're everything I need....

I know that you're worth fighting for!

- -
Do you remember that day at the festival
when you first heard your song?
It was filled with raw emotion.
My feelings were so strong (and nothing's changed).

You said that you were lost for words,
that it was beautiful.
But it's nothing when compared to the girl
that it was written for.

(Ooohh) the deserts of Morocco,
the Alpine mountain dew,
the light that floods the Scottish hills
as the sun rises anew

are all but left forgotten
whenever I'm feeling blue
because the only thing I need
is just to turn and look at you

- -
[Bridge]
and so I know that you're worth fighting for.
Don't wanna disrespect you,
you turned me down once before.
But I know that you're worth fighting for.
You're everything I want and more.

- -
[Chorus]
So give me a chance, give me a chance.
Take a gamble on me.
I won't let you down.
I won't let you down.

I sit across from you now,
I'm right where I wanna be.
You make me feel like no-one else could.
There's nobody in this world like you

and so I know that you're worth fighting for.
You're everything I want!
You're everything I need!

I know that you're worth fighting for (Ohh-oh-ohh)

- -
[Coda (Softly)]
He's not the one for you.
Don't waste your time with him.
I swear my love for you will never fade away...
(Never fade away)

It's been six long years . . .
So I know . . . I think I know most of you . . . generally.
Do I know what I'm doing? . . . Should I know?
Was I too vulnerable? . . . Am I still?
Did I break some walls? . . . Were those yours or mine?
Probably mine . . .
Do you remember this conversation?
- " Wait. Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
- " Ye-es . . . I wish I hadn't spoken."
- " I'm going to pretend you never did."
Because that is the cousin of what we had . . .
Or . . . do you even remember that?

Now Lucifer wants me to keep holding on when
Michael is telling me to let go . . .
And currently, it's hard to listen to the archangel
. . . because I still have the memories . . .
. . . because I'm still dreaming of that one little flamboyant dream I once had . . .
. . . because it wasn't six long weeks.
Because it was six years.