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Lose your keys under the house, lose the button from your blouse, |
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Lose the plastic diamond ring from the parade- |
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Lose the color in your lips, lose the swingin' in your hips, |
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But if you lose me in your grips I must be saved, |
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Lose the harmonies we learned, lose the taste of bread you earned, |
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Lose the stash you always kept but never craved- |
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Lose your rhythm, lose your lines, lose your sense of passing time, |
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But if you lose me in your mind I must be saved, |
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And if you find your conscience plagued by some misplaced or righteous rage. |
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Then lose yourself instead till you remember to forget. |
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Lose your passion and your hope, lose the knotting in your rope, |
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Lose your armor in the struggles that you brave- |
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Lose, the children that you bore, lose the battle, lose the war, |
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But if you lose me in your core I must be saved, |
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Lose your reverence for winners, your patience with forgiveness, |
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You don't have to be a master or a slave- |
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Lose your senses, lose your mind, lose your faith in human kind, |
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But if you lose me down the line I must be saved, |
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And if you find your conscience plagued by some misplaced or righteous rage |
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Then lose-yourself instead till you remember to forget. |
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Lose perfection for a start, lose the dream you kept apart, |
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Lose the chance to find another who'd behave, |
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And then if you haven't yet, 'lose your loser's last regret |
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For if you lose me in your net I must be saved |
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Lose the vows we never spoke, lose the punch-line to the joke, |
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Lose your innocence as if willingly you gave- |
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Lose the kettle on the pot, you can lose the best you've got |
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But if you lose me in your heart. I must be saved |
