paroles de chanson Every Little Thing (Live From Music City) - Carly Pearce

This is "Every Little Thing"

The scent that you left, on my pillow
And the sound of your heartbeat, with mine
The look in your eyes, like a window
And the taste of your kiss, soaked in wine

Every little thing
I remember, every little thing
The high, the hurt, the shine, the sting
Of every little thing

Well, I guess you forgot, what you told me
Because, you left my heart, on the floor
And baby, your ghost, still haunts me
But I don't wanna sleep with him, no more

Every little thing
I remember, every little thing
The high, the hurt, the shine, the sting
Of every little thing

Oh, I remember, every little thing
The high, the hurt, the shine, the sting
Of every little thing