It's the simple things that make
You tell me how you feel. The only thing that makes a part of this
It's so cold this holiday And I'm only thinking of you.
But you give your heart away.
You tell me how you feel. The only thing that makes a part of this
The troubles that you've had They never bring you back again the same
Oh, how lovely would it be Oh, how I walk into fear.
I can't be this way again.
You tell me how you feel. The only thing that makes a part of this
The troubles that you've had They never bring you back again the same