Emma, I would never ask for something I could never have
But I've only heard the stories of love and Gods and wars
I've seen as much as corner girls, plastic lords and broken chairs
But always lived a rich boy until you made me poor
~em~
And Emma it's been only days but I caught a glimpse of your velvet gaze
I only knew the roughed but now my eyes are soft
So don't make me leave a humbled man, feel the harsh, familiar lands
Under feet and under a sickness

~ah~
There is time to fight... there is time to trust
And there is hope to find
When there is one... one hold

Emma, all I'd ever ask was to be at your command
Fold me in your pocket and you can rub away the rest
Cause everything I was to now was only leading to this point
I never had the knowledge but I always had a thirst

There is time to fight and there is time to trust
And there's hope to find when there is one... one hold