Here's a cold wind from a morning breeze.
I'm almost dead but I still can barely breathe
Sniffed all the signs, walkin' upon the line,
But there's a head still flying up the streets.

We are only half a minute to Mars
And I'm losing the fear of the dark
She held my hands that day, and asked me to stay,
And I felt proud of me by have no fall apart.

It took just a little time to see,
That pretty baby doll took hold of me
Here's the right guy at the door beneath.
Her love is strong, louder than a song.

Yeah, yeah! Ain't it getting hard?
Yeah, yeah! That's the better part!
Yeah, yeah! This is just a song,
That i am writing about a young girl.