Mistletoe

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 You 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