Words This World

Don't you see it baby, laid out like the blueprint of a city,
shines pure platinum in the rain.
How can you say maybe
to the charm of avenues I see so plain?
I could've sworn my sanity,
this mutuality I held so sure;
I would've signed my life away
on certainty I didn't love you more.

You don't regret it baby, no you don't,
we could forget it happened but we won't.
You don't regret it honey, not a thing;
who would've guessed the words this world would bring?

Don't you hold this promise, somewhere deeper
than the palm of your right hand?
Doesn't every premise in your spirit tell you
not to leave this land?
I think I see promises hide behind the
ambivalence of your words
sometimes, but then I never could ignore
the lawful weight of what I've heard.

You don't regret it baby, no you don't,
we could forget it happened but we won't.
You don't regret it honey, not a thing;
who would've guessed the words this world would bring?

My spirit aches with needing you,
I cannot take this silence,
tell me home.