歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Dusty light through the pane Faded ink from the rain Found a photo in a box Underneath the heavy locks Grandpa's workshop smells of pine Frozen in a different time [Verse] Lawnmower blades on the floor Leaning by the sliding door Wrenches stained with orange rust Wiping off the silver dust He didn't have much to say Working through the heat of day [Chorus] Oh the pride in his hands Built upon the mountain sands Sarsaparilla on the porch Holding up a steady torch Fireflies above the shed Words that stayed inside his head [Post-Chorus] Pine sap on the flannel sleeve Hard to watch the memories leave Woody bass and hollow sound Roots buried in the ground [Verse] Grease beneath every nail Tracing out a weathered trail He fixed the broken and the old Stories that were never told Oil cans and wooden planes Washing off the summer rains [Bridge] The hammer hits the steel Making every moment real He spoke in cedar and in oak Rising like the chimney smoke A calloused touch, a gentle heart Tearing all the grief apart [Solo] [Verse] Polaroid is fading fast Holding onto what will last Dusk is settling on the hill Everything is standing still I can see him in the shade In the garden that he made [Chorus] Oh the pride in his hands Built upon the mountain sands Sarsaparilla on the porch Holding up a steady torch Fireflies above the shed Words that stayed inside his head [Breakdown] [Verse] Tools are hanging in a row Nowhere left for them to go I will keep the flannel grit Every single piece of it The mountain air is getting cold Stories of the brave and bold [Outro]
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