Текст Kina Grannis – Souvenirs

Four little walls and we made a home
Out of the window the gray unknown
Who would’ve thought we would wind up here
Holed up and holding it all so dear

And it’s time that we take care of things, my dear
If it’s all or nothing, cut the cloth, I’m fine here

Oh, how the days seem to disappear
Now all the scars seem like souvenirs
I saw the universe in your eyes
Telling me it’s gonna be alright

And it’s time that we take care of things, my dear
If it’s all or nothing, cut the cloth, I’m fine here

And it’s time that we take care of things, my dear