The Vase – Babi Mendes – letras

There?s a feeling I?ll always have with meI could never climb a treeI?d never hike, camp or fly a kiteBut that was alright with meThere are some things I?ll always think aboutWaking up early made me poutPoor mom and dad, I used to make ?em sweatTo get me out of bed(refrão)But pictures linger on and it seems like yesterdayRemember, Gus, when I had that sorbet?And I?ll never forget my mother?s faceWhen I broke that vase?There?s an image that I?ll never eraseMom and dad glueing the pieces back in placeAnd I could tell from my three years of ageThat people still love youEven if you break the vase