Make It Up To You

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