Break us down, by our elements
And you might think, He failed
We're not copper for one penny, or even iron, for one nail
And a dollar would be plenty to buy twenty of us
'Til true love is added, to these handfuls of dust
Handful of dust
Handful of dust
Sums up the richest and poorest, of us
Oh, but true love makes priceless, the worthless
Whenever it is added, to a handful of dust
However small, though our worth may be
When shared, between two hearts
Is ever more, than it would ever be
Measured, on its own apart
And half what it could,be, is now twice what it was
When true love, is added to these handfuls of dust
Handful of dust
Handful of dust
Sums up the richest, and poorest of us
Oh, but true love makes priceless, the worthless
Whenever it is added, to a handful of dust
True love makes priceless, the worthless
Whenever it is added, to a handful of dust
|
