[00:25.45]You touch these tired eyes of mine
[00:28.39]And map my face out line by line,
[00:33.45]
[00:34.39]And somehow growing old feels fine.
[00:36.51]
[00:40.33]Listen close for I'm not smart:
[00:43.58]
[00:45.51]You wrap your thoughts in works of art,
[00:48.39]
[00:49.51]And they're hanging on the walls of my heart.
[00:54.95]
[00:58.20]I may not have the softest touch;
[01:00.95]
[01:02.83]I may not say the words as such,
[01:05.51]
[01:08.51]And though I may not look like much, I'm yours.
[01:14.45]
[01:18.26]And though my edges may be rough;
[01:20.77]
[01:22.89]I never feel I'm quite enough;
[01:25.83]
[01:27.58]It may not seem like very much, but I'm yours.
[01:31.46]
[01:33.14]You healed these scars over time:
[01:36.01]
[01:58.45]Embraced my soul, you loved my mind.
[02:01.83]
[02:03.39]You're the only angel in my life.
[02:08.32]The day news came my best friend died,
[02:11.45]
[02:12.51]my knees went weak; you saw me cry.
[02:15.64]
[02:18.32]Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes.
[02:24.45]
[02:26.39]I may not have the softest touch;
[02:33.64]
[02:36.32]I may not say the words as such,
[02:39.45]
[02:41.52]And though I may not look like much, I'm yours.
[02:45.51]
[02:46.64]And though my edges may be rough;
[02:49.51]
[02:51.70]I never feel I'm quite enough;
[02:54.33]
[02:56.39]It may not seem like very much, but I'm yours.
[03:00.39]
[03:01.26]I may not have the softest touch;
[03:03.89]I may not say the words as such,
[03:06.95]I know I don't fit in that much, but I'm yours.
[03:53.95]
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You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line,
And somehow growing old feels fine.
Listen close for I'm not smart:
You wrap your thoughts in works of art,
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart.
I may not have the softest touch;
I may not say the words as such,
And though I may not look like much, I'm yours.
And though my edges may be rough;
I never feel I'm quite enough;
It may not seem like very much, but I'm yours.
You healed these scars over time:
Embraced my soul, you loved my mind.
You're the only angel in my life.
The day news came my best friend died,
my knees went weak; you saw me cry.
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes.
I may not have the softest touch;
I may not say the words as such,
And though I may not look like much, I'm yours.
And though my edges may be rough;
I never feel I'm quite enough;
It may not seem like very much, but I'm yours.
I may not have the softest touch;
I may not say the words as such,
I know I don't fit in that much, but I'm yours.