She is losing it again, searching for answers to this trend of lonliness.
I'd sing her anything to make it better, I'd sing her anything...

Will you take my hand? We can take it slow.
No one else, needs to ever know.
This autumn air, this autumn breeze
Brings me to my knees, brings me to my knees.

One turns into two, until all at once, the bottle is through (she is losing it)
What would her mother do if she were here right now?

Dark as night air she will flutter like butterflies
Dark as night air she will flutter like butterflies