Emma

Emma, I would never ask for something I could never have

But I've only heard the stories of love and Gods and wars

I've seen as much as corner girls, plastic lords and broken chairs

But always lived a rich boy until you made me poor

And Emma it's been only days but I caught a glimpse of your velvet gaze

I only knew the roughed but now my eyes are soft

So don't make me leave a humbled man, feel the harsh, familiar lands

Under feet and under a sickness

There's times to fight and there's times to trust

And there's hope to find when there's one hold

Emma, all I'd ever ask was to be at your command

Fold me in your pocket and you can rub away the rest

Cause everything I was to now was only leading to this point

I never had the knowledge but I always had a thirst

There's times to fight and there's times to trust

And there's hope to find when there's one hold