I don't know a thing beyond this room.
I was born in this house,
A sun and moon.
And there's no memory of love.
There's no past to regret.
There's just you and me,
Lying in this bed.
And the world outside,
Oh it's anyone's guess.
And I've lost track of time,
And forgotten the rest.
But things that I know.
Are the smell of your skin,
And the way that you trembled when you came crashing in.
And I'll take my comfort in your sweet, sweet kiss.
And when you love me, I know love exists,
In the things we know.
Well they say a woman is a ruby,
And I'm a poor man, I'm told.
And I've never seen a ruby,
God but I've held you, my flesh and bone.
If faith is unseen,
Yeah and moss' growing cold.
And I can't sleep tonight, for this doubt in my soul.
But things that I know,
Are the smell of your skin,
And the way that you trembled when you came crashing in.
So I'll take my comfort in your sweet, sweet kiss.
And when you love me,
I know love exists. In the things that we know.

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