It’s you that is right, and I that is wrong
For this simple reason, I listen to this song
It reminds me of the things you do
And of me, who needs to get a clue
As to who you really are
Although you live afar

It’s you who can make or break a day
But in the end, I know that it’s my say
I say that I am thankful for forgiveness of sin
But this guilt ravages the sound of my violin
This guilt which came from my greed
Is feuled by your tears which make my heart bleed

It’s you who is worth more than me
You who deserves fixing without plea
I fear what I do will never be enough
And that your heart’s edges will become rigid and rough
If this should be, please do tell
For I don’t know what I’d do if you ever fell…