Текст песни Souvenirs - Etherwood , Zara Kershaw

Left it all behind
A package by the door
A souvenir for those who find it
Our eyes searching for more

Could it be a home?
Busy streets
But never need the signs
A little piece we found
That made us whole
To help us pass the time

We'll run until it all falls down
And never count the years
One day I'll bring you something more
Than just these souvenirs

Carry me now
Over mountains, over sea
We can run or ride
We can run a mile
With lights flashing by me

Oh we'll never count the years
Bring you more than just these souvenirs
Oh we'll never count the years
Bring you more than just these souvenirs