I Must Be Saved - Madeleine Peyroux

Lose your keys under the house

Lose the button from your blouse

Lose the plastic diamond ring from the parade

Lose the color in your lips

Lose the swingin' in your hips

But if you lose me in your grips

I must be saved

Lose the harmonies we learned

Lose the taste of bread you earned

Lose the stash you always kept but never craved

Lose your rhythm, lose your lines

Lose your sense of passing time

But if you lose me in your mind

I must be saved

And if you find your conscience plagued

By some misplaced or righteous rage

Then lose yourself instead

Till you remember to forget

Lose your passion and your hope

Lose the knotting in your rope

Lose your armor in the struggles that you brave

Lose the children that you bore

Lose the battle, lose the war

But if you lose me in your core

I must be saved

Lose your reverence for winners

Your patience with forgiveness

You don’t have to be a master or a slave

Lose your senses, lose your mind

Lose your faith in human kind

But if you lose me down the line

I must be saved

And if you find your conscience plagued

By some misplaced or righteous rage

Then lose yourself instead

Till you remember to forget

Lose perfection for a start

Lose the dream you kept apart

Lose the chance to find another who’d behave

And then if you haven’t yet

Lose your loser’s last regret

For if you lose me in your net

I must be saved

Lose the vows we never spoke

Lose the punch line to the joke

Lose your innocence as if willingly you gave

Lose the kettle and the pot

You can lose the best you’ve got

But if you lose me in your heart

I must be saved