| This town I’m in, the light is falling |
| The walls are thin, no people watching |
| Without you here, it’s untraceable |
| I miss you most, on the coldest nights |
| Could you make it here by summertime |
| I’d make this room, so comfortable |
| So take it baby, it’s just you I can’t let go |
| You keep my Herringbone |
| It’s the only piece I’ve ever owned |
| It’s the only part of me that’s pure gold |
| I’m out here like an icicle |
| Frozen solid by the purple thistle |
| Waiting here for you to hold, my purpose, I suppose |
| I wish that you would give it up, and bring my heart back home |
| You can shut me up, cut out my tongue |
| I’ll let you pick our words, my writing’s done |
| I love you oh so shamelessly |
| You know I hate to be alone, so take it baby, it’s just you I can’t let go |
| You keep my Herringbone |
| It’s the only piece I’ve ever owned |
| It’s the only piece of me that’s pure pure gold |
| I’m out here like an icicle |
| Frozen solid by the purple thistle |
| Waiting here for you to hold, my purpose, I suppose |
| I wish that you would give it up, and bring my heart back home |
| Oh my bleeding heart, my soul |
| My twisted mind, this crooked road |
| My lungs, my eyes, my money, my name in stone |
| It’s you I can’t let go |
| You keep my Herringbone |
| It’s the only piece I’ve ever owned |
| It’s the only piece of me that’s pure pure gold |
| I’m out here like an icicle |
| Frozen solid by the purple thistle |
| Waiting here for you to hold, my purpose, I suppose |
| I wish that you would give it up, and bring my heart back home |