Take me back to my bed, and place yourself in it.
Take me back to the first place we danced.
The first place I knew I loved you.
When you take me, leave the regret, the heartache,
wipe the slate clean, and help me be reborn.

I see myself in the card of death you drew, a rose in the bouquet, an ember in the funeral pyre, a leaf on the sapling of the love inside you that is growing again.
I am there, with you, always,
as you are with me.