Beautiful Things

This feeling creeps inside your bones I'm holding onto the hope that soon you'll know That if I'm gone you'll keep my soul And know, and know, and know That if you're not afraid to die then what's the point of life? The most beautiful things are what I'll leave behind When I, when I, when I This feeling creeps inside your bones I'm holding onto the hope that soon you'll know That if I'm gone you'll keep my soul And know, and know, and know That if you're not afraid to die then what's the point of life? The most beautiful things are what I'll leave behind When I, when I die