You're the missing shirt and mismatched socks
You're the barbie dolls and the wooden blocks
youre the iou in the money box
that makes me stop and smile.
You're the open milk and burnt black toast
you're the dented wing from the unseen post
you're the gravy poured on my Sunday roast
that makes me stop and smile.
You're the scent of marigolds and bleach
you're the persistant itch I cannot reach
you're the shells we found on last years beach
that make me stop and smile.
You're the start of life and end of days
you're the burning hope as the fiddler plays
you're the sweetest thoughts and gentle ways
that makes me stop and smile.
Aug 9, 2012
Aug 9, 2012 at 7:46 AM UTC
You're the missing shirt and mismatched socks
You're the barbie dolls and the wooden blocks
youre the iou in the money box
that makes me stop and smile.
You're the open milk and burnt black toast
you're the dented wing from the unseen post
you're the gravy poured on my Sunday roast
that makes me stop and smile.
You're the scent of marigolds and bleach
you're the persistant itch I cannot reach
you're the shells we found on last years beach
that make me stop and smile.
You're the start of life and end of days
you're the burning hope as the fiddler plays
you're the sweetest thoughts and gentle ways
that makes me stop and smile.