You crawled into bed, your head on my shoulder,
You want to grow old someday.
You spoke of a house on a beach that you dreamt up
And a Lord to take you away.

When all's said and done, you're scared and I hold you.
I'll tell you that it's okay.
As I dig my nails and teeth in the pavement,
you'll be searching for something to say.
If we stay, there's nothing we can create.

You wanted to keep me awake.
You spoke of a Lord on a beach that you dreamt up
And He would to take you away.

You took me to the boards.
And He nailed me to the boards.
What do you want me for?