Him

Baby, don't look back
It's just a bad day
Hold my hand
And we might make it the whole way

Don't get angry
You know, about my virginity
That was ruined once or twice
And I do believe

That beauty lies beneath
All of my bad dreams
And maybe God knew
That all the nights I prayed
For solitude
I was really praying for you

The moral of the story
(Never knowing what is at the end of this road
Wondering what's best
But there's not much I know
Demons running from behind
And one more hand to hold on to
While he holds on to You)