Come love, tell me something I don't know
something that would help me and lead me to show
Come love, hand me your book on how it goes
that this may last more than a fold, that this may not be where my wind blows

Learn me to fly that I may know how to fall
Learn me to smile that I may know how cry

Crease what I hold in my hand
Cause it's starting to seep like sand
Cause me pain like you know it to be
Crease my heart so I may not see

Come love, I never did ask much of you
all I asked was someone to hold on to...