Your Friend - Denison Witmer

We fill those rooms between us

Every day we die unto ourselves

I counted all my blessings

I signed my name across you

I took yours upon myself

I’ll be your friend

I’ll be your friend

I’ll be your friend

I’ll be your friend

I’ll be your friend

Oh my love, how could you ever know me like I know myself?

Oh my love, I wait for you to know me in the ways I know myself

I’ll be your friend

I’ll be your friend

I’ll be your friend

I’ll be your friend

I’ll be your friend

We were stupid kids

All those things we did

Scattered our young hearts in the stones

In the weeks away

How your garden changed

But day by day you’d hardly know

Now the fruits of our love fall out of the trees and down

The fruits of our love fall out of the trees and down

The fruits of our love fall out of the trees and down across the ground

I’ll be your friend