Will you still want to warm me up when there's no heat left? When our music plays, will you still remember the rhythm? When the world hurts me, will you still want to heal my pain? Your voice and your breath are my favorite sounds But when I shy away from living your gaze it will still remind me of who I am Will you still want to wake up with my touch and my voice in your ear? Will your life still make sense if ours is all that's left? When the tiredness arrives my embrace will still be your shelter But when life is over will you still want to go to the same place where I go? Will you still smile when I'm your only reason? Will you still hear what I say even when I just want to talk about love? Still will try to understand me when I no longer make sense And be with me when you've seen the worst side of who I am?










