and do you remember
the blackest moment
those blackest thoughts that rush
ohh – these days
ohh – they’re all mine
when you walk
talk to yourself
in the street
in your autumn, in your winter
in your wintertime – time
and do you recall
when you fall
i can’t help notice
no light in our eyes
in our eyes
i give you my armour
i give you my glory
i give what’s truly mine
and if you want
“give me” (oooh) heaven
because heaven should be mine
