Don’t you worry, don’t you cry
I’ll be who you want for a while
So don’t you worry, don’t you cry
It’s alright
Face of winter, eyes of sundown
Ready to leave the ground
Distant buildings through the mist,
One last kiss, one more kiss
She said ‘Won’t you make it up to me?
When we fly into the city’
I’ve been saving up for weeks
The color filling up her cheeks
Call a taxi from the edge of town
The heavy rain coming down
Tonight seems forever young
She bites her tongue
Leather booths, woozy heads
Smell of French cigarettes
She says we’ve jumped into things
And the fool inside my heart sings
Can’t I make it up to you?
From head down to my shoe
I miss waking up to you
God knows that my love is true
Came all this way and now I’m all alone in the smoke from all the passers by
Vacant window, bottle left half full but I’m fine
Can’t I make it up to you?
From head down to my shoe
I miss waking up to you
You’re strolling down the avenue
God knows that my love is true
God knows that my love is true
God knows that my love is true
God knows that my love is true