Well, this is just a simple song, 
 To say what you done. 
 I told you 'bout all those fears, 
 And away they [bad word]  
 You sure must be strong, 
 And you feel like an ocean being warmed by the sun. 

 When I was just nine-years-old, 
 I swear that I dreamt, 
 Your face on a football field, 
 And a kiss that I kept, 
 Under my vest. 
 Apart from everything, 
 With the heart in my chest. 

 [bad word]  
 I know that things can really get rough, 
 When you go it alone, 
 Don't go thinking you gotta be tough, 
 To bleed like a stone. 
 Could be there's nothing else in our lives so critical, 
 As this little hole. 

 My life in an upturned boat, 
 Marooned on a cliff. 
 You brought me a great big flood, 
 And you gave me a lift. 
 Girl, what a gift. 
 Will you tell me with your tongue, 
 And your breath was in my lungs, 
 And we float up through the rift. 

 [bad word]  
 I know that things can really get rough, 
 When you go it alone. 
 Don't go thinking you gotta be tough, 
 To bleed like a stone. 
 Could be there's nothing else in our lives so critical, 
 As this little hole. 

 Well, this would be a simple song, 
 To say what you done. 
 I told you 'bout all those fears, 
 And away they [bad word]  
 You sure must be strong, 
 When you feel like an ocean being warmed by the sun. 

 Remember walking a mile to your house, 
 Aglow in the dark? 
 I made a fumbling play for your heart, 
 And the act [bad word] a spark. 
 You wore a charm on the chain that I stole, 
 Especial for you. 
 Love's such a delicate thing that we do, 
 With nothing to prove, 
 Which I never knew.