If love in the past have never changed, We cling onto the present one that gives us the warm affection; that gives us the courage to face the sorrow; as well as the fullest moments of our passing time.
If love in the present has kept us alive, We treasure the past one that gives us a sense of who we are; that gives us the reason to move on; as well as the most cherish memories of our passed time.
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Lyrics: Unplayed Piano by Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan
Come and see me Sing me to sleep Come and free me Or hold me if i need to weep Or maybe it's not the season Or maybe it's not the year Or maybe there's no good reason Why i'm locked up inside Just cause they wanna hide me The moon goes bright The darker they make my night
Unplayed pianos Are often by a window In a room where nobody loved goes She sits alone with her silent song Somebody bring her home
Unplayed piano (unplayed piano) Still holds a tune (still holds a tune) Lock on the lid (years, years pass by) In a stale, stale room (in the changing of the moon) Maybe it's not that easy (too many windows) Or maybe it's not that hard (in a stale, stale room) Maybe they could release me (stale, stale room) Let the people decide I've got nothing to hide I've done nothing wrong So why've i been here so long?
Unplayed pianos Are often by a window In a room where nobody loved goes She sits alone with her silent song Somebody bring her home
Unplayed piano (bring her home) Still holds a tune(bring her home) Years pass by In the changing of the moon
