Clare Bowditch The One
Sitting on the love of your city hotel
Drinking like fishes on the river to hell
Devil's in my mouth telling primitive jokes
While the angel's out looking for a pack of them smokes
You look into my eyes and you don't look away the way
you should
I would, I would if I could , oh believe me I would
But I gotta go home, I want a home to go do
So I'm sorry that I can't be the one
I'm so sorry that I can't be the one
So it's best I don't say I wanna tear off your clothes
And tear off my own and let you know me
Instead I knock my head I watch your mouth I smile
But I don't say a thing
You look into my eyes
You seem to see the woman that I hoped to be
I wanna go home, I gotta go home
Help me get home, I need a home to go to
So I'm sorry that I can't be the one
I'm so sorry that I can't be the one
To give you hope
To show you love
To let you know
To let you love me
The way you want to
In the next life
In the next life
Look me up
Holy winds blew in when I met you
And all my inner bells began to ring
What I would not give to just pretend
This and not ruin everything
I'm so sorry that I can't be the one
I'm so sorry that I can't be the one
To take you home
To give you hope
To show you love
To let you know
To let you love me
The way you want to
In the next life
In the next life
I'll take you home
To show you love
Like you never know
And you will be loved
I'll let you love me
The way you want to
In the next life
In the next life
Look me up
