[00:07.822]The record case sits with the lid shut tight
[00:16.156]The sunlight draws a line on the wall of white
[00:23.400]My chest goes cold when I see the spine
[00:27.422]Every groove I trace is a mark of mine
[00:34.156]The record stays in its sleeve on the shelf
[00:37.978]I wipe off the dust but I don't play it myself
[00:42.222]I know the first chord that the needle would bring
[00:46.489]And I turn my back when the strings start to sing
[00:50.733]The cover is stained from the mornings we shared
[00:55.022]The edges are worn from the love that we dared
[00:58.844]I keep it in a sleeve and I put it away
[01:04.089]But I know every track that will play
[01:09.956]The record case sits with the lid shut tight
[01:13.489]The sunlight draws a line on the wall of white
[01:18.556]I bite my lip and I step aside
[01:22.156]'Cause the music would wake all the tears I hide
[01:26.978]The record case sits with the lid shut tight
[01:30.556]The sunlight draws a line on the wall of white
[01:35.489]My chest goes cold when I see the spine
[01:39.656]Every groove I trace is a mark of mine
[01:58.856]The cover is stained from the mornings we shared
[02:03.367]The edges are worn from the love that we dared
[02:06.922]I keep it in a sleeve and I put it away
[02:12.122]But I know every track that will play
[02:20.056]The record case sits with the lid shut tight
[02:23.678]The sunlight draws a line on the wall of white
[02:28.544]I bite my lip and I step aside
[02:32.344]'Cause the music would wake all the tears I hide
[02:36.922]The record case sits with the lid shut tight
[02:40.433]The sunlight draws a line on the wall of white
[02:45.322]My chest goes cold when I see the spine
[02:49.411]Every groove I trace is a mark of mine