It's Not Much, But It's Yours
by Tamsin · Pop · Made with Suno · 0 plays
Style
piano, soft rock, pop, intimate, tender
Prompt
Piano ballad, traditional pop soft rock, tender and sincere, slow swaying tempo
Lyrics
Mmm... oh... I practiced on the stairs tonight, Whispered it to the wall. Your door was open just a crack, And I forgot it all. I've got a loaf still warm from the oven, A card in crooked ink, Flour on my sleeve, my hands are shaking, It's all I know to bring. You never asked me to be more Than the girl who says hello. You saved my seat, you learned my tea, You walked me home through snow. I'm no good with grand words, darling, So here's the small I've got. It's not much, but it's yours, A warm loaf and a heart that's true. It's not much, but it's yours, I'm only trying to say thank you. Take it, love, take it slow, It's not much, but it's yours. You laughed and brushed the flour off, Said, "Come in, you're cold." You read my card beneath the lamp And never said it's old. Now the kettle's softly humming, And I'm not afraid to stay. It's not much, but it's yours, A warm loaf and a heart that's true. It's not much, but it's yours, I'm only trying to say thank you. Take it, love, take it slow, It's not much, but it's yours. Ooh... ooh... Ooh... it's yours... So I'll bring you bread on Sunday, And I'll knock a little less. I'll say the words out loud one day, But tonight, you know the rest. It's not much, but it's yours, All the love I've saved for you. It's not much, but it's yours, Oh, and I'll keep on saying thank you. Take it, love, take it slow, It's not much, but it's yours. It's not much... but it's yours. Mmm... it's yours.