Hold back the magic
Save your perfume
I sold my mattress
My bedsheets smell like you
I slip in daydreams of seeing you naked
Tossing and turning
I'm begging, but

Sometimes it feels like the first time
Sometimes it feels like the first time

Jane's in the garden
Pullin' up my roots
Guilty and guarded
No matter what I do
So, I fill my days with unfamiliar faces
Just trying to fill your place you
You

Sometimes it feels like the first time
Sometimes you never said goodbye

I'm leaving a light—