Текст песни
The magic years, the sun and cheer
Are in this box under key and lock
These messages on harmonica
Sheds of glass and discovery
Airplanes to gifts and long lost letters
A legacy of love and petty vendettas
Broken glasses see through the years
My history in my souvenirs
And trinkets read like braille
Say God is in the details
When ornaments are monuments to me
I still remember the smell of bread
For a lost class within July
The heat was up, the days were long
And I knew I was satisfied
Only I will understand
The legacy of a man
In wars and love and bloody sands
I keep it here in my ornaments
And trinkets read like braille
Say God is in the details
When ornaments are monuments to me
The walls are full of sand
Where memories are found
When ornaments are monuments to me
And no one warned me it wouldn't last
Why didn't anybody tell me?
It all moved so fast
The guns are drawn inside the head
Ten pieces back, already dead
The home is torn, my mother warns
And I feel a war coming on
Cross continents, we cross the sea
Crossing roads only to be
Right back where we started
Dislocated but no smarter
And trinkets read like braille
Say God is in the details
When ornaments are monuments to me
The walls are full of sand
Where memories are found
When ornaments are monuments to me