A song about a very full house.
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Beautiful Things – Song Lyrics by Lizzie Pridmore
An empty cup on the mantelpiece,
A sea of papers swirling round her knees.
Old perfume, forgotten keys,
A piece of soul she lost in the debris.
Oh, her beautiful things,
Oh, the memories held in beautiful things.
A pencil-case from her college days,
The brooch that pinned a friendship into place.
Dad’s medals and mother’s lace,
The shoes that hid the thoughts she couldn’t face.
Oh, her beautiful things,
Oh, the memories.
How I wish she had seen the trap,
That the things you cling to hold you back.
Now her memories pass to me
But I’ve seen her pain, I won’t be the same,
They’ll have no hold on me,
Her beautiful things.
Oh, but they're beautiful things,
Oh, her memories, her memories,
Oh, her beautiful things,
Oh, the memories held in beautiful things.
Lizzie Pridmore, 2014