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