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