There's a sky above that I don't belong under, But you say that you won't live without me. That kind of blackmail must make me something, And maybe I can be a man for you.
You said, "you can't be in shallow love; it's impossible. It's deep or nothing. It's life or death."
I could believe in anything but this, But the words would still mean something to everyone, And will do always, every second, forever.