Scores of things came, and scores went on
But this one seems to be walking with me, maybe she'll hang around
She covers my steps, every tiny bit
She seems like a dress with a perfect fit
Like an after-rain breeze that swirls around
or maybe like a pillar that holds its ground
She quells my fears, every tiny bit
She seems like a dress with a perfect fit
When I feel trodden, dead and dust
when everything around me has all gone bust
She weeps my tears, every tiny bit
She seems like a dress with a perfect fit
All that I own, and all that I call mine
no matter how earthly, no matter how divine
She shares my world, every tiny bit
She feels like a dress with perfect fit
