Sean Rowe Old Shoes
[Verse 1: Sean Rowe]
Though my shoes are not for winter
Though my hands are very cold
Though my pockets may be empty
I intend to find you on my own
[Verse 2: Sean Rowe]
Though the music has been fading
Though the cellos have gone home
Though the piano has been waiting
For some lonely man to play a note
[Chorus: Sean Rowe & Markéta Irglová]
I wrap my arm around your side
Put your hand where you can feel me
In this moment we're alive
In this moment we can die free
How can I make you, make you understand?
[Instrumental]
[Verse 2: Sean Rowe]
Though the music has been fading
Though the cellos have gone home
The piano has been waiting
For some lonely man to play a note
[Chorus: Sean Rowe & Markéta Irglová]
I wrap my arm around your side
Put your hand where you can feel me
In this moment we're alive
In this moment we can die free
How can I make you, make you understand?
