Beautiful, I want you to know that I'm scared that
You'll no longer want me and all I request
Is you hurt me your best so I crumble
Often I need that to grow

Every foreign rendezvous I fear is the last
I'm aware the day may come, I'm left in the past
Angel, all I ask is, that you make it hurt real bad
Say it, so it stings deep, so I'll know you won't come back

I'm preparing for me to

Second guess my every action when I've lost it
Then I'd have to take the pictures of you off my desk
And I'll probably be to blame, every promise that we made will be voided

Will be voided

Any trek across the sea, my thoughts are of you
All our time in Battersea, I'll think of that too
Listen, you will have to take away all of my hope
Say it like you mean it, and I'll find a way to cope

Talks up on your terrace nurture me
Talks about the odds of our encounter

Years before we had met, I had dreamt of you
Now we're face to face

Beautiful, I need you to know that I'm scared that
You'll no longer stay

Second guess my every action when I've lost it
Then I'd have to take the pictures of you off my desk
And I'll probably be to blame, every promise that we made will be voided

Will be voided