To love you all over again
by Madeleine Peyroux
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A quiet room is what you get, an empty glass, an unmade bed
A picture window with a view and all I think about is you
To feel so bad, to feel so good, to let it be misunderstood
Now I long to lose my senses and love you all over again
The shouted words, the tired sighs, the traded kiss of sad goodbyes
The living off of our desires, then putting out a thousand fires
To feel so bad, to feel so good, to let it be misunderstood
Now I´d tear down my defenses to love you all over again
To know a place without regret, you make believe you paid your debt
But in that clean and quiet room you can´t believe it´s over yet
Out on a lark, at home asleep, the endings play, the bands retreat
But in that dumb luck of the few, the consolation comes to you
To feel so bad, to feel so good, the verdict´s in. It´s understood
I will be tried for my offenses and love you all over again
Out on a street, at home asleep, the endings play, the bands retreat
But in that dumb luck of the few, my consolation becomes you
To feel so bad, to feel so good, the verdict´s in. It´s understood
And I´ll be tried for my offenses and love you all over again
A picture window with a view and all I think about is you
To feel so bad, to feel so good, to let it be misunderstood
Now I long to lose my senses and love you all over again
The shouted words, the tired sighs, the traded kiss of sad goodbyes
The living off of our desires, then putting out a thousand fires
To feel so bad, to feel so good, to let it be misunderstood
Now I´d tear down my defenses to love you all over again
To know a place without regret, you make believe you paid your debt
But in that clean and quiet room you can´t believe it´s over yet
Out on a lark, at home asleep, the endings play, the bands retreat
But in that dumb luck of the few, the consolation comes to you
To feel so bad, to feel so good, the verdict´s in. It´s understood
I will be tried for my offenses and love you all over again
Out on a street, at home asleep, the endings play, the bands retreat
But in that dumb luck of the few, my consolation becomes you
To feel so bad, to feel so good, the verdict´s in. It´s understood
And I´ll be tried for my offenses and love you all over again