Wearing thin
Her eyes are dimmer than they were when she was loving him at 24 years old
And we’re wearing thin
Like the pictures in the plastic boxes in the basement from another world
And they prove that every story ends
I wanna be made new again
Restore my soul, restore my soul
And it feels like spring
And it feels like things are coming into bloom the way they do when you are 24 years old
So I bought a ring
And I gave it to the girl who I wanna spend my stories with until they’ve all been told
Because I know that every story ends
I wanna be made new again
Restore my soul, restore my soul
My grandpa told me to love her well
Like the kind of story that you wanna tell
The kind that ends with good things, but i don’t think most do
I just pray we see less dimly in this glass we’re looking through
Restore my soul, restore my soul
I’ve been aching for a home with doors that never close
I’ve been breaking but I know we were made to be made whole
Restore my soul