I was tired of being down.
My face cracked like a joke.
But I swung through like a brace of dead rabbits with their necks all broke.
I scuffle on your doorway,
I struggle with the jamb,
and I scrabble up like a mute with my fists of ham.
Tryin' to tell you that I am,
Tellin' you I can,
I can love you again,
love you again.
Love you again,
love you again.
I squinted toward the east.
My faith makes me a dope,
but you can take my hand in the darkness, darlin', like a length of rope.
I shaped up overnight, you know,
on the day after she died,
and I saw my heart and I'll tell you, darlin', it was open wide.
Want to tell you I am,
tellin' you I can,
I can love you again,
love you again.
Love you again,
love you again.
It can have no bounds, you know;
it can have no end;
and you can take my hand in the darkness, darlin', when you need a friend.
And it can change in shape or form
but never change in size;
and the water that ran deep, my darlin', well it don't run wide.
A feather from a hawk, bound,
bound around my neck;
a poultice made of _____, they gave a little vulture to peck.
The verse I read in jest,
in Matthew, spoke to me.
There's a flame that fits the glue that fixes(?) if you will be free.
Only tell me that I can,
tell me that I can,
I can love you again,
love you again.
Love you again,
love you again.
Love you again,
love you again.
Love you again
Love you again,
love you again.
Love you"¦