A F#m E You could write, you could think, you could have sex A F#m E You could leave your jewelry in a bowl beside the bed A F#m E Stare out the window, down the lawn, to the lake A F#m E For as long as it takes A F#m E Maybe it's the things we don't say A F#m E Maybe it's the things we don't say A F#m E Maybe it's the things we don't say A F#m E Maybe, love is the new maybe I know what winter's about Too many nights, not enough days I watched the birds fly south And no, I don't wait The last words out of my mouth Stay out of my way And I'm in a wrong place Maybe it's the things we don't say Maybe it's the things we don't say Maybe it's the things we don't say Maybe, love is the new maybe Maybe, love is the new maybe Maybe, love is the new maybe