【Cocktail】But I'm yours 但我屬於你

I’m Yours 我屬於你
The Script


You've touched these tired eyes of mine
And mapped my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close for I'm not smart
You wrap your thoughts in works of art
And they’re hanging on the walls of my heart


I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours.


And though my edges may be rough
I never feel I'm quite enough
And it may not seem like very much
But I'm yours