| I need a silent, true way to admire, | |
| like you as a sunset and I as a wildfire. | |
| And I can't let the day go. | |
| I've locked up these words in fear that I'd say them wrong. | |
| Is it love as a mountain, or love as a simple song? | |
| And the moment that the two meet | |
| has now laid itself at your feet. | |
| And love is not convenient. | |
| It does not cease at your command. | |
| You might take and leave it, | |
| but love is all I am. | |
| Love is all I am. | |
| I need a boundless, soft way to commend, | |
| like you as a temper and I as its tender end. | |
| And however long your fits last, | |
| I will live within your shadow cast. | |
| And love is still your stranger. | |
| It does not respect how much you'll stand. | |
| You might be love's reminder, | |
| but love is all I am. | |
| Love is all I am. | |
| I need a graceful, proud way to let go, | |
| to smile and accept the things that you don't know. | |
| The losses and the gains blurred | |
| the weight of these as last words. | |
| And love is not excitement. | |
| It's not kissing or holding hands. | |
| I'm not some assignment, | |
| no, love is all I am. | |
| Love is all I am. | |
| Love is all I am. |