The nights we fight are the nights I fear death the most.
What if my angry words were the last thing you heard?
What if the last thing you felt was the sting of my tongue?
What if the last thing you saw was my back as I walked away from you?
As I contemplate the what ifs, I forget why these tears are running down my face.
No fight could be worth eternal unrest for my soul because I left this world without telling you how much I love you.
Let's forget what things were said in anger.
Come to bed and lets hold each other through the night.
Protect me from my fears by wrapping us in our love.
