Текст песни Keep You - Robyn Sherwell

I suppose there's no chance of reaching for your heart with only words
And I suppose there's no point of
Reaching for your hand with only swords
Considering everything, it's a fine line between
The wrong and the right,
And all these things that we might have done differently
Oh

These lines drawn in sand, wash away like those plans we made
Buckets and spades, build a castle for a day, a day
And as we move apart, I keep you in my heart

I suppose there's no chance of reaching for your heart with only words
And I suppose there's no point of
Reaching for your hand with only swords
Considering everything, it's a fine line between
The wrong and the right,
And all these things that we might have done differently
Oh

These lines drawn in sand, wash away like those plans we made
Buckets and spades, build a castle for a day, a day
And as we move apart, I keep you in my heart
I keep you in my heart
I keep you in my heart