Baby
Can't we make amends?
Tired of playing
Tired of playing pretend
I've been
I've been refusing
I'm in love again
I'm in love again
Longing
Always evergreen
I'm no good at nothing changing
Hold me
While we fall asleep
'Til the morning sun splits at the seams
'Til the morning sun splits at the seams
Sitting watching from the kitchen table
I'm enamored with all that you choose to be
And I would up and leave if I were able
But my darling then what would be left of me?
So come on
Come on back in
There's no past there's no present
Only what we've left between
And all the dust and lust and finer things
And all the dust and lust and finer things
