The Script I'm Yours 歌詞
I'm Yours
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.