Came to me yesterday and you were feeling small

And you come to me today 'cause noone seems to like your style at all

And you'll be back tomorrow when you've had it up to here

But you know, I hope you know,

When it's you and me there is no fear.



And why is the bad so much easier to believe?

We've both admitted this, so how can it still persist?

And if it should come down to one of us has to leave, I promise you 

that it won't be you, no it won't be you. And it won't be... 

I promise you that it won't be you, no, it won't be you.

And it won't be me.