Lyrics

Painted skies and shining stars remind us of the hours we spent at the Dining room table drawing pictures of nothing important And everything we loved And even though our fingers got sore and our eyes began to ache We would never stop We would never stop It's these things created by tiny hands That were hung on walls and wrapped as gifts Acted as the words we never said But wish we had before you left It's too late to tell you that I care And I'm wishing you were here And I think it would be better if you had never left at all This place is not the same without the smile on your face And if you were here, then I would take you everywhere
Writer(s): Michael Jones, Richard Stewart, Stephan Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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