Nothing about us looks good on paper
 But paper’s no good in the middle of the night
 So glad you’re here
 So glad
 
 People do all the wrong things for the right reasons
 Somehow you understand this
 So glad you’re here
 So glad
 
 The more I lose 
 The more I know that
 Now is really all we have
 Now is all we have
 
 I remember the day you were born
 I wasn’t read y; I was scared
 So glad you’re here
 So glad