Am C              G 
so pretty, though wrapped in paper 
Am       C         G 
warm and soft like in her bed 
Am C              G 
so sacred, though scarred and scary 
Am       C              G 
like the soft spot on a baby's head 
Am     C       G 
I take my life seriously 

like baby plants crawling up through the sidewalk 
or the orange, orange sky on Easter ten years ago 
making me feel inferior and small 
it may always stand over me, towering and tall 
and all i can do is my best 

so surrender your heart to the benign indifference 
of this world you currently live in 
in search for holes in all of your thinking 
but watch your step because you might fall in 
and start making bad decisions 
like me