'll fetch you water from the well if you sweep all the ashes out into the wind 'cause we sit by candle light again two moths that hover close to the light of morning
CHORUS and how you made this cold boy smile from the storm you took me weathered weary &tired how you showed me the lessons of simple things how love made this cold boy sing
Some say that love is the poor walk of life Some say that love is the pain of being alive Some say there's nothing on the other side Some trade their souls for jsut a good time