Where will you run to with all of your ribbons untied?
Who will you cling to with all of your rings cast aside?
Who’ll tend the garden when none of your roses still bloom?
Who’ll clean the cobwebs from corners high up in your room?

It’ll be me
It’ll be me that you run to when none of the others are found
It’ll be me
It’ll be me that you turn to but maybe I won’t be around
Next time

Who’ll haul the anchor the morning it’s time to set sail
Who’ll mend the holes and the tatters all in you frayed veil?
Who’ll drink your tincture when all of your colors wash out?
Who will be there to comfort and assuage your doubt?

It’ll be me
It’ll be me that you run to when none of the others are found
It’ll be me
It’ll be me that you turn to but maybe I won’t be around
Next time

(Solise, BMI)