Blown back to where we started in this hurricane of love
   You offered me this olive branch taken from the beak of a dove
   I don't know if to grasp it or leave it on the ground?
   Will it breathe life in to me or leave me feeling drowned?
   I know you're sad and lonely, and a little but afraid
   That's why I've written this ode for you, I'm hoping to persuade
   With all the misery happening you know my arms are safe
   To face one final heartache the risk yes I'm willing to take