Letra de SoundsLikeSunday

Time doesn't always heal
It just breathes and swallows memories
Like the seasons change
Sending showers, beating flowers
Into the mud
Time doesn't always heal
It just breathes and swallows memories
Like the seasons change
Sending showers, beating flowers
Into the mud
How blessed we are for crying now
But we will laugh someday and how
(Nothing is forever in this place
Nothing but the way my heart fits in your hands
The held breath of hope
And the sweet lingering taste of grace)