Chris Carey - Old Shoes lyrics

[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?