Scars Songtext
von Jon Stevens

Time, collecting scars
Remembering what we had
And who we were with love
I see your face
Over and over again
I′ll never forget all those good times, my friend

We grew up in a small town
But always knew we'd drift away
All the stories we could talk about
Oh, one thing missing in the photograph
It′s you


Take me home (Take me home)
Where the heart has gone (Heart has gone)
But I still hear your voice
In my head, it echoes on
Sometimes (Sometimes)
Yeah, I cry, cry, cry (Cry, cry, cry)
I wrote you a letter
I never sent you, don't know why

We grew up in a small town
I never thought we'd drift away
Now you′re missing in the photograph
Oh, all those things we didn′t talk about, yeah

Collecting scars
Collecting scars
Echoes on and on and on and on

We grew up in a small town
I never thought we'd drift away
You said you had to go now
And I just wanted you to stay
Now you′re missing in the photograph
Oh, all those things we didn't talk about
Yeah, one thing missing in the photograph
It′s you, it's you, it′s you