"I can hear you making small holes in the silence rain. If I were deaf, the pores of my skin would open to you and shut and I should know you by the lick of you if I were blind."
Thursday, August 6, 2015
♫ Your Song
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
So excuse me forgetting
But these things I do
You see I've forgotten
If they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind,
I hope you don't mind,
That I put down in words,
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
If I was a sculptor but then again no,
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
Oh I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song
And this one's for you
Ohhh...Ohhhh...Ohhhh...
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but
Now that it's done
I hope you don't mind,
I hope you don't mind,
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world...
♫ Janet Devlin
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment