Drawers opening for the first time in
Twelve years, I take a look inside
Found an album that you left for me
You had a knack for scrapbooks, It's silly I
Didn't quite appreciate at the time
These things you made were sweet
A ticket stub to the battle of the bands
A corsage from our last school dance
Words you wrote 'cause you couldn't say
The carpet we were lyin' on
The burned CD kept playin' on
Till we went our separate ways
And time passes on
Time passes on
Time passes on
Time passes on
Grandma held me in close
Sang to me in the language of her home
Ang batang maliit
Ang batang maliit
(Thanks, Lola)
So it goes
Grandma held me in close (Grandma held me in close)
Sang to me in the language of her home (Sang to me)
Ang batang maliit
Ang batang maliit
So it goes
And time passes on
Time passes on
Time passes on
Time passes on