Everything going so well
But my mind is playing tricks again
That time of year again
I’m falling into the well
Of doubts and fears inside myself
And I can’t help but fear the end
More than friends and more than hearts that mend
He is warm summer rain
Against my hollow frame
Willing to help me begin again
But am I enough?
Will his love remain
Till spring comes round and around again
I can’t breathe this air without his kiss
Reliant and small within his grip
This is love and we love, this is it
If I trust his love to deliver it
The Life And Death Of Love 