Belle Shea - The Art of Years

Art of Years

Back to the start
I learn the art of years
How to quiet my doubts
And banish my fears

And the tears that once fell
They don't fall anymore
Just the rain that knocks nice at the door
Just the rain that knocks nice at the door

I took all my time
And I saved it all up
I bottled the pain
And I drank from its cup

It was bitter enough
I won't drink any more
Wash my lips with the kiss of
The rain at my door

Ah, let me in
Ah, let me win

I learned how to balance
And how to stand still
And now I know how
I don't know if I will
Had my fill of the rain that knocks nice at the door...

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Writer(s): Belle Shea
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