Should I not survive this, you should take this song with you, so you know I loved you best, and that you were my finest truth.
There were no who ranked above you, drew me open like the sky... added sense to nonsense, made it fun to be alive.
If a new kiss was on your list, if another pixie brought you bliss: well, I wouldn't think to veto it--bursting from my seams.
...Bursting from my seams.
...'Cause there was no other living thing that meant the sum of everything: the figure in the corner to whom each night I'd sing, the haven in the hurricane, the only one who knew my name, the only one not so afraid to be in love with me.
Always thought we'd make some time for a boy with your features and some of mine. ...And we'd sit around and laugh about how lucky we have been.