Wearing thin Her eyes are dinner than they were When she was living him at 24 years old And wearing thin Like the pictures in the plastic boxes In the basement from another world And they prove that every story ends I wanna be made new again Restore my soul, restore my soul Restore my soul, restore my soul And it feels like spring And it feels like things are coming Into bloom the way they do when you are 24 years old So i bought a ring And i gave it to the girl who i wanna spend my stories with Until they've all been told Because i know that every story ends I wanna be made new again Restore my soul, restore my soul Restore my soul, restore my soul My grandpa told me to love her well Like the kind of story that you wanna tell The kind that ends with good things, But i don't think most do I just pray we see less dimly In this glass we're looking through Restore my soul, restore my soul Restore my soul, restore my soul I've been aching for a home With doors that never close I've been breaking but i know We were made to be made whole Restore my soul