Simple Song - Acoustic Version
Well, this is just a simple song,
To say what you done.
I told you 'bout all those fears,
And away they did run.
You sure must be strong,
And you feel like an ocean being warmed by the sun.
When I was just nine years old,
I swear that I dreamt,
Your face on a football field,
And a kiss that I kept,
Under my vest.
Apart from everything,
But the heart in my chest.
I know that things can really get rough,
When you go it alone.
Don't go thinking you gotta be tough,
To play like a stone.
Could be there's nothing else in our lives so critical,
As this little home.
My life in an upturned boat,
Marooned on a cliff.
You brought me a great big flood,
And you gave me a lift.
Girl, what a gift.
Will you tell me with your tongue,
And your breath was in my lungs,
And we float over the rift.
I know that things can really get rough,
When you go it alone.
Don't go thinking you gotta be tough,
To play like a stone.
Could be there's nothing else in our lives so critical,
As this little home.
Well, this would be a simple song,
To say what you done.
I told you 'bout all those fears,
And away they did run.
You sure must be strong,
And you feel like an ocean being warm by the sun.
Remember walking a mile to your house,
Aglow in the dark?
I made a fumbling play for your heart,
And the act struck a spark.
You wore a charm on the chain that I stole,
Especial for you.
Love's such a delicate thing that we do,
With nothing to prove,
Which I never knew.
To say what you done.
I told you 'bout all those fears,
And away they did run.
You sure must be strong,
And you feel like an ocean being warmed by the sun.
When I was just nine years old,
I swear that I dreamt,
Your face on a football field,
And a kiss that I kept,
Under my vest.
Apart from everything,
But the heart in my chest.
I know that things can really get rough,
When you go it alone.
Don't go thinking you gotta be tough,
To play like a stone.
Could be there's nothing else in our lives so critical,
As this little home.
My life in an upturned boat,
Marooned on a cliff.
You brought me a great big flood,
And you gave me a lift.
Girl, what a gift.
Will you tell me with your tongue,
And your breath was in my lungs,
And we float over the rift.
I know that things can really get rough,
When you go it alone.
Don't go thinking you gotta be tough,
To play like a stone.
Could be there's nothing else in our lives so critical,
As this little home.
Well, this would be a simple song,
To say what you done.
I told you 'bout all those fears,
And away they did run.
You sure must be strong,
And you feel like an ocean being warm by the sun.
Remember walking a mile to your house,
Aglow in the dark?
I made a fumbling play for your heart,
And the act struck a spark.
You wore a charm on the chain that I stole,
Especial for you.
Love's such a delicate thing that we do,
With nothing to prove,
Which I never knew.
Credits
Writer(s): James Russell Mercer
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