歌词
If you were a carpenter, your hands to the grain
If you’d stayed a stranger and I’d never learned your name
If you were a creature of make believe
If you were the shades of colors my eyes cannot see
I never would have known
what you could have meant to me
If you were a mason, your body over stone
If you were a garden with myrtle overgrown
If you were the walls that purposed the room
If you were a prism with the light passing through
I never would have known
what you could have meant to me
If you were a child, born new into the day
If you were the dreamcatcher above the bed I make
If you were immortal, with no concern for age
If you were the northern hills that knew not rapid pace
I never would have known
what you could have meant to me
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