BILL BACHMANN Lyrics
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SAVIN’ THE THINGS I LOVE
Savin’ this silver coin,
Can't forget the year we met
On that avenue's - intersection,
Savin’ this tiny stamp,
Letters wane but words remain
So true, like your perfection,
And I'm savin’ these photographs,
Memories of happy days when all
The world was new,
But savin’ the things I love won't
Save me from lovin’ you.
Savin’ these pens and poems,
As pages turned, our senses learned
The tales of life’s and love’s – interaction,
Savin’ this sweet perfume,
Breezes blew a rainbow hue
In waves – of satisfaction,
And I’m savin’ this chain of gold,
Two lives linked in perfect sync
At every rendezvous,
But savin’ the things I love won’t
Save me from lovin’ you.
Break
Savin’ this yellow rose,
Winter bouquets of sunny days
And flowers that bloomed - in our direction,
Savin’ this old guitar,
The strings are gone but songs live on;
We'd sing, of our affection,
But I'm throwin’ away these cards,
You kept the spade the night I played
My hearts, a bit too soon,
And savin’ the things I love won't
Save me from lovin’ you.