The Sound Of Keys کے بول

And if this day should go on forever And your hand never lost its grip, I'd never doubt or be in need, Lonesome, would be bleached from my mind It's hard to write a sad song When you're happy That's why I've done none for you, Tell me when I'm wrong and forgetful, That you will always be true And just to know that you'll be comin' home, To hear the sound of your keys, Hangin' up your coat in the hallway, Well I will never doubt or be in need And sometimes I wonder just who you are, What brought us together, It's a certain kind of magic One to never question or take for granted Or take for granted And just to know... To hear the rattle of your keys, Hangin' up your bag in the hallway...