Through the day to day damage

We'd talk about marriage

And all the little things we'd do

You said you wanted nothing new

Just a place to breathe, a little room

Far away from all the crazy fucked up world

Where people stained every day

With words so cheap, just thrown away

We'd wonder did they really have a heart

And it wasn't easy to steer a course

Through all the damage that they wrought

But we knew we'd never ever let them win

Because in our hearts we held our dreams

A place to breathe, a little room

And we'd talk about

All the little things we'd do.