Cardle it in your shaking, pale hands
Embrace the love we both don't understand.

How it started and how will it end?
We know nothing more than breathing it in.
For love's not a choice we knew we had, before we sailed across the sea to this unknown land.

However lost and whatever found.
It's never too late to recite the faded vows.

And now that we're so through
I'd saw we might as well accept it.
We had no control of yesterday
But tomorrow is ours to paint it.