I Draw Slow – Souvenirs Lyrics

Little tiger moth
Brittle from the years
Pinned in linen cloth
All my souvenirs

Cricket carved in bone
Ticket from the train
On the night you left me home
All my heart's remains

Something old, new
Borrowed and someone blue

Teardrops out of glass
Once a chandelier
Fallen from the past
All my souvenirs

Dulled apostle spoons
Bills we never paid
Fading in my room
Salt my heart away

Something old and new
Borrowed and someone blue

Turn the silver key
Raise the wooden lid
Thought you'd never come
Come you never did

Everything for keep
Except for you and me
Close the wooden lid
Turn the silver key

Something old and new
And borrowed and someone blue
Something old and new
And borrowed and someone blue

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