Pieces of Us
(mmm-mmm) A ticket stub from seven years ago Tucked inside an old coat pocket
fold
You drew a little star beside the time And said that quiet
afternoons were gold (ah-ha)
And every faded line of ink we wrote
Still keeps the morning sun inside each note
It is the little things we keep along the way
A photograph that never lost its light
A song that brings you back across the day
To tell me everything will be alright (ooh-yeah)
The corner booth where coffee used to spill
Your handwritten recipe
on blue
The sweater that still hangs behind the door
It keeps the quiet comfort left by you (mmm)
And every faded line of ink we wrote
Still keeps the morning sun inside each note
It is the little things we keep along the way
A photograph that never lost its light A
song that brings you back across the day
To tell me everything will be alright
Just a photograph in hand
All the little things remain (mmm-mmm)