it’s an old recipe, it starts with me,
subtract the things I failed to see
it’s an old melody I half remember
behind my eyes, the last few embers

it’s one last lovesong, never sung
as I grow old, and you stay young

add half a cup of dignity,
still bittersweet, old recipe…

it’s one last lovesong, never sung
as I grow old, and you stay young

add half a cup of dignity,
still bittersweet, old recipe…