Home in Your Cup

Oh I hesitate to dip into a day Like the one where we were standing in the greenhouse You asked if I had ever tasted lemonade As sweet as the one that you had offered Oh my love It's a funny thing, what memory does It paints all the walls the color of love And when you're lookin' back with those glasses on It gets hard to remember anything was ever wrong Oh my love, it's not love that leaves you sad It's that nagging little feeling of what you think you'll never have When you're standing at the ocean and you feel like giving up And you're crying 'cause you know you can't take it home in your cup And I don't like to think, that I could be that small That I could be that petty, and miss the point of it all It's that damn nostalgia, when it's not over yet When your happiest memories are filled with regret. Oh my love, it's not love that leaves you sad It's that nagging little feeling of what you think you'll never have When you're standing at the ocean and you feel like giving up And you're crying 'cause you know you can't take it home in your cup