She says I'm one of the only things that she can believe in.
And I'm still not sure if she believes in you, but I do.
So if you do me just one favor, keep her safe tonight.
And let her know she's made of gold.

I'm sure she'll come around; it's just hard trusting someone else.
She'll be sure of something greater then myself.
But on the other hand, she's just like me and I'm not so naive.
To think that either one of us could see.
The hope that's hiding in the space between.

Somewhere in the crossroads of extremes, it seems.
We've intersected at the perfect time, we coincide.
You probably wouldn't ever think the two wondering paths would ever cross.
But they go.

I'm sure she'll come around; it's just hard trusting someone else.
She'll be sure of something greater then myself.
But on the other hand, she's just like me and I'm not so naive.
To think that either one of us could see.
The hope that's hiding in the space between.

I'm sure she'll come around; it's just hard trusting someone else.
She'll be sure of something greater then myself.
But on the other hand, she's just like me and I'm not so naive.
To think that either one of us could see.
The hope that's hiding in the space between.