The standard

Nothing here is how it used to be anymore

I get back to my hotel room

Barely see the trees through the door

Watch the fire

From the outer pier

With Jesus sleeping in the atmosphere

I should get some food

Before it gets too late to care

That’s when you

Take me over

Get me dry

Keep me warm

I don’t know much

But I know I exist

For your love

For your love

For your love

Taking photographs of you

While you slowly braid your hair

Leaning over fences

I barely see the trees through the glare

I Hit the lake

Don’t even check the tide

It takes 40 minutes to the other side

Find you waiting there

You must have read my mind

Thats when you

Take me over

Get me dry

Keep me warm

Cause I don't know much

But I know I exist

For your love

For your love