歌词
I carried you all along
Without, without,
knowing your fragile soul
without, without
A dark winter came
On a sunny day
And it took away
All your glow and vigour
On a snowy hill
By the old watermill
I found your scattered shape
Out of gold and silver
With the patience of the old
I reassambled this artwork of gold
Every bit
Every part
Every fragment of this broken heart
Every bit (you'll heal)
Every part (you'll heal)
Every fragment of this broken heart