Songtext von The Smallest Things

I found a sweater with tattered thread Pulled a wooden inbox from under the bed Wiped the dust from a familiar frame Looking at a face without a name A worn old coat that's seen its years How did all the memories end up here Maybe we're made from the smallest things A loose white button, a swallow's wing A match struck once in the fading blue Smoke finds the places we never knew Time won't ask to be explained Some things go and some remain I stack the papers in a heavy pile Tracing the edges of a faded smile Summer light fading from the room I sweep the floor with a well worn broom I pack the boxes till the room is bare And leave the memories of an old life there Maybe we're made from the smallest things A loose white button, a swallow's wing A match struck once in the fading blue Smoke finds the places we never knew Time won't ask to be explained Some things go and some remain