You asked me a question on Saturday night
Why I wonder honey, would that be your plight...

I think I have lost love
The last flaming embers of a once great emotion...

I can still remember the first day I saw you...
With a cold, disinterested stare that made me feel...

I stand gazing into the sky
Into the vast cosmos of existence...

Will you be my breath when I grow old,
To comfort me in the cold...

I borrowed it from Mr. Blunt
To let my girl know what I truly think of her...