| [00:17.97] |
You touch these tired eyes of mine |
| [00:24.04] |
And map my face out line by line, |
| [00:28.44] |
And somehow growing old feels fine. |
| [00:35.92] |
Listen close for I'm not smart: |
| [00:41.76] |
You wrap your thoughts in works of art, |
| [00:46.39] |
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart. |
| [00:52.48] |
|
| [00:54.24] |
I may not have the softest touch; |
| [00:58.30] |
I may not say the words as such, |
| [01:03.11] |
And though I may not look like much, I'm yours. |
| [01:11.95] |
And though my edges may be rough; |
| [01:16.79] |
I never feel I'm quite enough; |
| [01:21.70] |
It may not seem like very much, but I'm yours. |
| [01:29.36] |
|
| [01:49.05] |
You healed these scars over time: |
| [01:55.30] |
Embraced my soul, you loved my mind. |
| [01:59.69] |
You're the only angel in my life. |
| [02:08.35] |
The day news came my best friend died, |
| [02:13.34] |
my knees went weak; you saw me cry. |
| [02:17.80] |
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes. |
| [02:24.04] |
|
| [02:26.02] |
I may not have the softest touch; |
| [02:29.67] |
I may not say the words as such, |
| [02:34.67] |
And though I may not look like much, I'm yours. |
| [02:43.67] |
And though my edges may be rough; |
| [02:48.19] |
I never feel I'm quite enough; |
| [02:53.15] |
It may not seem like very much, but I'm yours. |
| [03:04.42] |
|
| [03:42.63] |
I may not have the softest touch; |
| [03:47.65] |
I may not say the words as such, |
| [03:52.29] |
I know I don't fit in that much, but I'm yours. |
| [04:04.58] |
|
