Written by Sheri Miller
Letters on the wall
Graffiti on the bathroom door
There’s a crooked heart
With your name next to mine
Three years come and gone
Since I’ve last seen your face
I can barely remember your lips and how they taste
But I think I could love you still
I think I could feel the old chill
Light that spark for you
Baby, I could love you still
Blue ink on my hands
From dried up 2 cent stamps
Postcards from Italy
You wished I was there
Now it’s wintertime
We’re strangers in New York
I can still feel your ghost
In the music on Irving and 4th
But I think I could love you still
I think I could feel the old chill
Light that spark for you
Baby, I could love you still
Old faded jeans
Old flames in my heart
Faint traces of the years we all wear the marks
But some are not better left apart
I think I could love you still
I think I could feel the old chill
Light that spark for you
Baby, I could love you still
Yes, I think I could love you more
Than I ever loved you before
Make something beautiful
Baby, I could love you still