Plains, Waxahatchee, Jess Williamson — No Record of Wrongs

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Give me a minute
For my soul and my heart to finish
What we started
This aching spirit’s
Gotta mend ‘fore I let you in

And I can’t ask you to wait on this
Lord, I wish you would
Some things won’t stop, you try to pause it
When love comes calling
When love comes calling
Hold on

Can’t untie a candle
Can’t blow out a knot
I can’t blame ya, angel
Somewhere we just got lost

And I can’t ask you to wait on this
Lord, I wish you would
Some things won’t stop, you try to pause it
When love comes calling
When love comes calling
Hold on

Love is patient, love is kind
Love’ll give you a real hard time
A cigarette in a potted plant
Empty bottles, open hands

And no record of wrongs
No record of wrongs
No record of wrongs
No record of wrongs

I can’t ask you to wait on this
Lord, I wish you would
Some things won’t stop, you try to pause it
When love comes calling
When love comes calling
When love comes calling
When love comes calling
Hold on