Love, I have lost the battle for your heart and company
So you have left for Seattle
Can we start again?
Turn the page back to Song of Solomon
Can we start again?
Fill my lungs, weak and starved of oxygen
I drove down Mateo to see your face through the window
But you're gone and it's hard when your place is a stones throw
Can we start again?
Turn the page back to Song of Solomon
Can we start again?
Fill my lungs weak and starved of oxygen
We're an old plate
Not a clean slate
But chips and dings make beautiful things
An old thirty three was lost and spun then returned to me
Wine stains on white sleeves
But skips and rings make beautiful things
Feathers painted on her walls
Her thin blond hair beneath the falls
A lucid dream, I lost it all
Can we start again?
Turn the page back to Song of Solomon
Can we start again?
Fill my lungs weak and starved of oxygen
Can we make amends?
Darlin tell me it's not the end
