The Script - Im yours

^FYou touch these ^Gtired eyes of ^Fmine And map my ^Gface out line by ^Fline And somehow ^Ggrowing old feels ^Cfine ^B7

^FI listen ^Gclose for I'm not ^Fsmart You wrap your ^Gthoughts in works of ^Fart And they're hanging ^Gon the walls of my ^Cheart ^B7

I may not ^Fhave the softest ^Gtouch I may not ^Fsay the words as ^Gsuch And though I ^Fmay not look like ^Gmuch I'm ^Cyours ^B7

And though my ^Fedges may be ^Grough And never ^Ffeel I'm quite ^Genough It may not ^Fseem like very ^Gmuch But I'm ^Cyours ^B7

You ^Fheeled these ^Gscars over ^Ftime Embraced my ^Gsoul You loved my ^Fmind You're the only ^Gangel in my ^Clife ^B7 The ^Fday news ^Gcame my best friend ^Fdied My knees went ^Gweek and you saw me ^Fcry Say I'm still the ^Gsoldier in your ^Ceyes ^B7

I may not ^Fhave the softest ^Gtouch I may not ^Fsay the words as ^Gsuch And though I ^Fmay not look like ^Gmuch I'm ^Cyours ^B7

And though my ^Fedges may be ^Grough And never ^Ffeel I'm quite ^Genough It may not ^Fseem like very ^Gmuch But I'm ^Cyours ^B7

I may not ^Fhave the softest ^Gtouch I may not ^Fsay the words as ^Gsuch I know I ^Fdon't fit in that ^Gmuch I'm ^Cyours.