You came around drenched in summer heat; Wine glistening on your lips.
You came to say your goodbyes to anyone who'd listen, But no one did. Then you were gone.
Love can be a violent word for anyone it touches, And you touched me.
I was already drowning when we met, but you swam in anyway. Just because you were somebody's daughter it didn't mean that I'd care. But I did, I cared very much.