TUCKED
AWAY.
Tucked
away in a drawer somewhere
I’ve
got a picture of the sunlight in your hair
You
were standing with your back to a mountain side
Smiling
like you hadn’t got a care
-----
Tucked
away in a drawer somewhere
I’ve
got a picture of you brushing up your hair
It
was in a Hotel room in Amsterdam
You
couldn’t make your mind up what to wear
-----
Now
on the days that I get lonely
I
remember these times
And
the pain don’t hurt so much inside
I
won’t pretend that I’m not missing you
Cherished
like a fine wine
I
guess that’s what the good times are for
-----
Locked
away in a drawer somewhere
I’ve
got a picture of the life we used to share
But
there’s a stranger staring back at me
It
makes me feel like I was never there
-----
Now
on the days that I get lonely
I
remember these times
And
the pain don’t hurt so much inside
I
won’t pretend that I’m not missing you
Cherished
like a fine wine
I
guess that’s what the good times are for
-----
We
chased the Autumn leaves in the City Park
drank
Jenever on a riverboat ride
I can
still recall that look there in your eyes
We
held each other tight
We
laughed until we almost cried
-----
Now
on the days that I get lonely
I
remember these times
And
the pain don’t hurt so much inside
I
won’t pretend that I’m not missing you
Cherished
like a fine wine
I
guess that’s what the good times are for
Music: Svein Finstad
& Words: Chris Hargrave
< Arranged by: Halstein Larsen.
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