Souvenirs - Kina Grannis
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