# WORN BUT NOT COLD **JACK SAINT** [Verse 1] I almost called you Tuesday after work Had half a sentence ready, then I froze I couldn't find a way to say I'm sorry Without explaining things you already know [Verse 2] I saw your number lighting up my phone And watched it ring until the screen went black Not because I didn't want to answer I just didn't know if I could take you back [Pre-Chorus] We said some things we can’t unsay We let the good years drift away But if there’s still a little room I’ll meet you there; I’ll come to you [Chorus] If we’re still two hearts under one roof Still learning how to tell the truth I’ll take your hand, you take mine too We’ll build a little faith from what we’ve been through No, we don’t have to be who we were Just stay here close and let this hurt Turn into something we can hold A love that’s worn, but not grown cold [Verse 3] The porch step gave its familiar sigh You stopped halfway, with rain caught in your eyes I didn’t ask you where you’d been I opened up the door and let you in [Verse 4] I said your name the way I used to do You laughed, then cried, and I was crying too We stood there while the kettle started singing Two tired souls, still choosing what comes with it [Pre-Chorus] We said some things we can’t unsay But we are here at close of day And if there’s still a little room I’ll meet you there; I’ll come to you [Chorus] If we’re still two hearts under one roof Still learning how to tell the truth I’ll take your hand, you take mine too We’ll build a little faith from what we’ve been through No, we don’t have to be who we were Just stay here close and let this hurt Turn into something we can hold A love that’s worn, but not grown cold [Bridge] I can’t promise every road is kind I can promise I won’t leave you behind We’ll say it plain, we’ll start again One open door, one honest hand [Final Chorus] If we’re still two hearts under one roof Still learning how to tell the truth I’ll take your hand, you take mine too We’ll build a little faith from what we’ve been through No, we don’t have to be who we were Just stay here close and let this hurt Turn into something we can hold A love that’s worn, but not grown cold [Outro] A love that’s worn, but not grown cold
