I'm Yours (Live) - The Script (手稿乐队)
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