EMILIA,

This is where I fly
he didn't stand a chance
And here is where I die to tell him
It's out of my hands

The truth is
It doesn't have to end
Meet me in the middle and we'll do it all again
The truth is
That life begins to bend around itself
And turns before it comes around again


Have I said enough
I did what I came here for
And maybe more than that
But the devil you know is safer than
The chance that you take with something new


I remember all of the little things.