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
