If I Could Write

If I could write I'd set all the words true
To follow you
Tell you wonder, tell you secrets
In solitude

I've had to let go of so much it's hard to belong now
But something far off is pulling me
And when I go this time, don't think I'm coming back

I took a ring that never comes off and put it on
Sorry to lose you, sorry to keep you
After you were gone

Nothing is small, nothing is unexpected
I want more and when I go this time,
Don't think I'm coming back

Desire's the element that I can't fight
Dream is the arm of god
Girls looking for themselves in your eyes
I am looking for you

What's this supposed to be
some kind of perfect?
I want more and when I go this time,
Don't think I'm coming back

Coming back . . .
Coming back . . .
Coming back.