Something delicate Like a pearl made smooth by the sea Something melancholy Like a heart, broken but unbowed
Your love, your love, your love Your love, your love, your love
Something secret and safe Like an old picture in a book Something gold and true Your voice crying out in the dark
Your love, your love, your love Your love, your love, your love
When my, when my days are done And they, and they ask me what I’ll take Take from this life When my, when my days are done And they, and they ask me what I’ll take Take from this life
Your love, your love, your love Your love, your love, your love
When my bones turn to ash And all that remains is your love When my bones turn to ash And all that remains is your love
Your love, your love, your love Your love, your love, your love Your love, your love, your love Your love, your love, your love
Something delicate Like a pearl made smooth by the sea Something melancholy Like a heart, broken but unbowed