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