Noah Gundersen, The Courage - Wedding Song lyrics
[Noah Gundersen, The Courage - Wedding Song lyrics]
It's the end of December
And everything's different
It's better this way, I suppose
You with your white dress and
Me with my stage
We both got what we wanted, I know
But Sarah, my heart is a lighthouse
And you are the captain of ships
That were wrecked on my shores
When the light was turned low
Well, I heard you'd be married
The tenth of the new year
Your sister, she told to my friend
And I overheard them and
I started freaking out
Knowing I could not pretend
That this isn't happening
This can't be real
It's just words on a screen
Or a picture I've seen in the dark
'Cause I'm still holding the
Pieces of your heart
Well, I haven't seen you in over a year
I can't even remember your face
But I pray that it's smiling
As you wear the ring
Of a man who was not such a waste
As all of the games that
We played in the dark
When the stakes were too much
I called the bluff with the fold of my hand
But I'm still holding the
Pieces of your heart
And low, low are the ways of a man
When he can't wash the blood off his hand
So my palms to the wind this is the end
Of holding the pieces of your heart
My palms to the wind this is the end
Of holding the pieces of your heart
And everything's different
It's better this way, I suppose
You with your white dress and
Me with my stage
We both got what we wanted, I know
But Sarah, my heart is a lighthouse
And you are the captain of ships
That were wrecked on my shores
When the light was turned low
Well, I heard you'd be married
The tenth of the new year
Your sister, she told to my friend
And I overheard them and
I started freaking out
Knowing I could not pretend
That this isn't happening
This can't be real
It's just words on a screen
Or a picture I've seen in the dark
'Cause I'm still holding the
Pieces of your heart
Well, I haven't seen you in over a year
I can't even remember your face
But I pray that it's smiling
As you wear the ring
Of a man who was not such a waste
As all of the games that
We played in the dark
When the stakes were too much
I called the bluff with the fold of my hand
But I'm still holding the
Pieces of your heart
And low, low are the ways of a man
When he can't wash the blood off his hand
So my palms to the wind this is the end
Of holding the pieces of your heart
My palms to the wind this is the end
Of holding the pieces of your heart