If the day comes that you must leave
Let me be the ground to your feet
If the day comes that you feel weak
Let me be the armor you need
Oh, if falling in love is a crime
And the price to pay is my life
Give me the sword, bring all the knives
Hand me the gun, I will not run
And when they spare everything but my pride
Don't you worry, boy, don't you cry
But when they ask
Who was the one? Who did you love?
...Let it be me