Your eyes tell me stories of grief, of heartbreaks that Your eyes tell me stories of grief, of heartbreaks that

Doesn't smell of home yet, Doesn't smell of home yet,

"Well, you don't look unhappy. "Well, you don't look unhappy.

Shy smiles, stolen glances and lost words Shy smiles, stolen glances and lost words

For you, Grief was never, That simple. For you, Grief was never, That simple.

There are things you were told, When you were born a girl... There are things you were told, When you were born a girl...

If I ever die, without telling you why, If I ever die, without telling you why,

Warm cosy days, happy innocent childhood Warm cosy days, happy innocent childhood

I believe people are the reflections of the love they receive. I believe people are the reflections of the love they receive.

The rain reminds me of you, how you looked at it dazed, The rain reminds me of you, how you looked at it dazed,