Amy Macdonald

Listen to my heart as it beats for you and it's telling you the things that
I never could. And it's laying it down on the line for you.
And the years are catching up, I can see it on your face. And the days of
being young and free are left there with the memories that blow in the
wind.
And I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues, they last all
through the week, I feel it on Sunday too.
And I can feeling it coming when my knees feel weak and I can not speak the
truth.
The days of being, the days of being free. They're etched upon my face in
every light that you see. The stories I could tell, the lies are told as
well.
What I wouldn't give to live it all again.
The years are passing, every single day. Where did they go? Did you take
them all away? Now I'm older and brave.