How lucky those days were,
How lucky we were to be in them
Sleeping in-drinking tea
Reading in bed together
Your head on my chest, hand in my hand.
It’s the small moments we remember
It’s the small moments we miss.

How lucky those days were,
How lucky we were to be in them
Sleeping in-drinking tea
Reading in bed together
Your head on my chest, hand in my hand.
It’s the small moments we remember
It’s the small moments we miss.