I Think I Don’t Mind

I once had a notion
That you might take what's left
What's left
So with sweet sadness and devotion
I must hide my salvation

And I, patient, and willing
To keep losing, and losing again, again
So without hope of it ending, yeah
I must play myself to be

I'm not somebody
Trying to tell everybody
About somebody who can save everybody
Take your places in front of you and look in the gin
What was made last just might be your last
Over and over again

Sweet sadness and devotion
I must hide my salvation

[Instrumental]

I once had a notion
That you might take what's left
What's left
So with sweet sadness and devotion
I must hide my salvation