ฟังเพลงI'm Yours

The Script - I'm Yours

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.