They built it small The little hands Brand new wood And six copper strings
And I have told a thousand stories Turning sorrow into gold Painting pictures of a life well-lived A memory I can hold If you listen So listen close
Glossy face Now scuffed by song A warning fray Played all the day
Dusting off a thousand feelings I had tucked away for good Giving me into a heartache that I thought I never could If you listen So listen close Listen close
All the love in every language All the loss we share as well Is the reason we keep singing So you can see yourself If you listen Listen closeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
