Oh my mistletoe called me up on the phone,
tried her best to explain to the hearts that she had known
that though they'd misbehaved, she'd known it all along.
No need to feel ashamed, we didn't do nothing wrong.
And she said:
"I wanted you to know, I believe in the end out of love truth grows
and if I'm to be alone then I'll be alone but don't look at me
like another lost soul."
Covers her hands with rings, twenty little semi-precious things
each one for a heart she'd stole from her years out on the road.
She talks with the knowledge that she paved her own rocky path
and that the past is past, ain't nothing you can do about that.
And she said:
"I wanted you to know, I believe in the end out of love truth grows
and if I'm to be alone then I'll be alone but don't look at me
like another lost soul."
And if all our time
if it turns out to be lies
I'll go back home
to the people that knew me before I was old and grown.
Oh my mistletoe called me up on the phone,
tried her best to explain to the hearts that she had known
that though they'd misbehaved, she'd known it all along.
No need to feel ashamed, we didn't do nothing wrong.
And she said:
"I wanted you to know, I believe in the end out of love truth grows
and if I'm to be alone then I'll be alone but don't look at me
like another lost soul."
"Cause I believe in the end out of love truth grows
and if I'm to be alone then I'll be alone but don't look at me
like another lost soul."
"And if I'm to be alone then I'll be alone but don't look at me
like another lost soul."