Souvenirs

Four little walls and we made a home Out of the window the gray unknown Who would've thought we would wind up here Holed up and holding it all so dear And it's time that we take care of things, my dear If it's all or nothing, cut the cloth I'm fine here Oh, how the days seem to disappear Now all the scars seem like souvenirs I saw the universe in your eyes Telling me it's gonna be alright And it's time that we take care of things, my dear If it's all or nothing, cut the cloth I'm fine here And it's time that we take care of things, my dear...