[00:00.00] 作词 : Ben Earle/Nina Nesbitt
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Ben Earle/Nina Nesbitt
[00:14.86]Packing up all these boxes
[00:21.25]Blowing dust off memories
[00:27.82]Every little thing I seem to find
[00:34.27]Is one last look at you and me
[00:41.21]A few old CDs at the bottom
[00:47.06]I turn one over and find our song
[00:54.47]And there's a t-shirt that the band signed, that night
[01:01.28]I always wondered where it had gone
[01:06.08]If anyone else opened this box
[01:13.29]They'd see for themself
[01:16.56]It's just a pile of old junk
[01:19.80]But to me, everything in there is a secret memory
[01:26.75]It's all that I have left of you and me
[01:32.98]But to anyone else, it's just other people's things
[01:41.02]There's the shoes I wore on our first date
[01:47.44]A photo of us in the snow down town
[01:54.09]That old pair of jeans you used to hate
[01:59.10]So full of holes but I wouldn't throw them out
[02:06.08]It's hard to see these things when you don't need me now
[02:13.03]If anyone else opened this box
[02:19.78]They'd see for themself
[02:22.95]It's just a pile of old junk
[02:26.64]But to me, everything in there is a secret memory
[02:33.45]It's all that I have left of you and me
[02:39.78]But to anyone else, it's just other people's things, woah
[03:02.95]If anyone else opens this box
[03:09.86]And helps themself to whatever they want
[03:16.89]Well I hope everything in there is a better memory
[03:23.76]Better than they were for you and me
[03:29.10]'Cause when I close this box
[03:32.39]They're not ours anymore
[03:36.06]If there's no you and me
[03:41.76]They're just other people's things
[03:51.63]They're just other people's things

作词 : Ben Earle/Nina Nesbitt
作曲 : Ben Earle/Nina Nesbitt
Packing up all these boxes
Blowing dust off memories
Every little thing I seem to find
Is one last look at you and me
A few old CDs at the bottom
I turn one over and find our song
And there's a t-shirt that the band signed, that night
I always wondered where it had gone
If anyone else opened this box
They'd see for themself
It's just a pile of old junk
But to me, everything in there is a secret memory
It's all that I have left of you and me
But to anyone else, it's just other people's things
There's the shoes I wore on our first date
A photo of us in the snow down town
That old pair of jeans you used to hate
So full of holes but I wouldn't throw them out
It's hard to see these things when you don't need me now
If anyone else opened this box
They'd see for themself
It's just a pile of old junk
But to me, everything in there is a secret memory
It's all that I have left of you and me
But to anyone else, it's just other people's things, woah
If anyone else opens this box
And helps themself to whatever they want
Well I hope everything in there is a better memory
Better than they were for you and me
'Cause when I close this box
They're not ours anymore
If there's no you and me
They're just other people's things
They're just other people's things