He showed me he loved me in the places he took me
I see it now
It got lost somehow
A feather in the water floating ever farther
Is that you?
Do you see me too?
An apple on the table I am willing and able
Is there sweetness after this?
Not everyone will love me like you did
Not everyone will sing to me like you did
But I'll hang these dried flowers
Above my bed
Sage parsley in the alley do you ever think of me?
Or was it Queen Anne's lace?
Will I forget your face?
All of the new lovers
For the most part it's a cover
A golden paint
For the deep red pain
Not everyone will love me like you did
Not everyone will sing to me like you did
But I'll hang these dried flowers
Above my bed
I want to let you go
I want to need me most
But there you are
In every note
I smelled the magnolia
I tasted the fig tree
I counted the porch lights
Who will we be?
Who will be?
Not everyone will love me like you did
Not everyone will sing to me like you did
But I'll hang these dried flowers
Above my bed
I want to let you go
I want to need me most
I want to let you go
I want to need me most
But there you are
In every note