Make It Up To You

Don't you worry, don't you cry I'll be who you want for a while So don't you worry, don't you cry It's alright Face of winter, eyes of sundown Ready to leave the ground Distant buildings through the mist One last kiss, one more kiss She said won't you make it up to me When we fly into the city I've been saving up for weeks The color filling up her cheeks Call a taxi from the edge of town The heavy rain coming down Tonight seems forever young She bites her tongue Leather booths, woozy heads Smell of French cigarettes She says we've jumped into things And the fool inside my heart sings Can't I make it up to you From head down to my shoe I miss waking up to you God knows that my love is true Came all this way and now I'm all alone in the smoke From all the passers-by Vacant window, bottle left half full But I'm fine Can't I make it up to you From head down to my shoe I miss waking up to you You're strolling down the avenue God knows that my love is true God knows that my love is true God knows that my love is true God knows that my love is true