Thank you for ten things you gave to me,
Those things I cannot could not would not see.
Maybe one or maybe ten,
It didn’t seem to matter then.
These things they winded, binded to my soul,
And now I cannot seem to let them go.
So everything that now I do,
Is coloured by a dab of you.
Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 4:50 PM UTC
Thank you for ten things you gave to me,
Those things I cannot could not would not see.
Maybe one or maybe ten,
It didn’t seem to matter then.
These things they winded, binded to my soul,
And now I cannot seem to let them go.
So everything that now I do,
Is coloured by a dab of you.