The Vase के बोल

There's a feeling I'll always have with me I could never climb a tree I'd never hike, camp or fly a kite But that was alright with me There are some things I'll always think about Waking up early made me pout Poor mom and dad, I used to make 'em sweat To get me out of bed (refrão) But pictures linger on and it seems like yesterday Remember, Gus, when I had that sorbet? And I'll never forget my mother's face When I broke that vase… There's an image that I'll never erase Mom and dad glueing the pieces back in place And I could tell from my three years of age That people still love you Even if you break the vase