No one has loved me before
No one has held me while I cried
No one has ever touched me like that
I want it so bad

My whole world come undone
By the grace of god
I'm holding on
May day we're going down

You hit me gentle like a hammer.
You tip-toe ostantasiously in my mind.
I love you as microscopic as the universe.
All there is or was or will be.