My Favorite Love

It's the chill in the hollow of my bones

That's making my hands numb

And the sound of the windmill

But you won't tell me now where it's from

And solitude's sounds are making my eyes weep

And tossing and turning I can't make my mind sleep

And getting worked up from people I just meet

And this is the reason, I think

It's the ending of

Careless wants

But you are my favorite... love

Can we map the succession, the fever,

depression, the bad weeks

It was right in the quarter

But left by the river where we'd meet.

And solitude's sounds are making my eyes weep

And tossing and turning I can't make my mind sleep

And getting worked up from people I just meet

And this is the reason, I think

It's the ending of

Careless wants

But you are my favorite... love

It's the ending of

Careless wants

But you are my favorite... love