Frayed cuffs and a coffee stain, patch on the elbow seam
Your name stitched in white thread, faint but still so seen
You’d zip it up tight around me, when the wind came blowing down
Wash cycles fade the color, but not the memories held
I slip it on and close my eyes, where our young hearts once dwelled
Those moments wrapped like cotton, soft and unforetold
After all these years, they’re still bright as gold
Time’s an old denim jacket, worn thin but never cold
Our warmth woven in the threads, in every story told
I’ve owned a dozen coats since then, in fabrics smooth and bold
Never found one that feels, like the way you held me close
Time’s an old denim jacket, with pockets full of days
The way you laughed, the way you leaned, in every faded phrase
Do you still keep that old stitch mark, when the world feels out of phase?
The one we traced till midnight, while the fireflies lit the haze
Ticket stub from that county fair, tucked in the inner pocket
You stole a fry from my plate, said “This is where we lock it”
We sat on the hood of your old car, watching the sunset glow
The jacket smelled like pine and you, a scent I still know
Wind carries the old song, we hummed back in the day
I run my hand along the zip, where our fingers used to play
Those carefree hours we wandered, still light as the May
After all these years, they won’t fade away
🔤
LRC翻译歌词
[00:07.530]
[00:08.670]Frayed cuffs and a coffee stain, patch on the elbow seam
[00:09.870]Your name stitched in white thread, faint but still so seen
[00:11.430]You’d zip it up tight around me, when the wind came blowing down
[00:22.680]Wash cycles fade the color, but not the memories held
[00:23.940]I slip it on and close my eyes, where our young hearts once dwelled
[00:24.630]Those moments wrapped like cotton, soft and unforetold
[00:30.150]After all these years, they’re still bright as gold
[00:38.670]Time’s an old denim jacket, worn thin but never cold
[00:40.800]Our warmth woven in the threads, in every story told
[00:48.060]I’ve owned a dozen coats since then, in fabrics smooth and bold
[00:48.720]Never found one that feels, like the way you held me close
[00:49.740]Time’s an old denim jacket, with pockets full of days
[00:55.890]The way you laughed, the way you leaned, in every faded phrase
[00:56.760]Do you still keep that old stitch mark, when the world feels out of phase?
[01:04.680]The one we traced till midnight, while the fireflies lit the haze
[01:11.160]Ticket stub from that county fair, tucked in the inner pocket
[01:42.180]You stole a fry from my plate, said “This is where we lock it”
[01:45.210]We sat on the hood of your old car, watching the sunset glow
[01:55.200]The jacket smelled like pine and you, a scent I still know
[02:06.930]Wind carries the old song, we hummed back in the day
[02:11.700]I run my hand along the zip, where our fingers used to play
[02:15.930]Those carefree hours we wandered, still light as the May
[02:26.760]After all these years, they won’t fade away
Frayed cuffs and a coffee stain, patch on the elbow seam
Your name stitched in white thread, faint but still so seen
You’d zip it up tight around me, when the wind came blowing down
Wash cycles fade the color, but not the memories held
I slip it on and close my eyes, where our young hearts once dwelled
Those moments wrapped like cotton, soft and unforetold
After all these years, they’re still bright as gold
Time’s an old denim jacket, worn thin but never cold
Our warmth woven in the threads, in every story told
I’ve owned a dozen coats since then, in fabrics smooth and bold
Never found one that feels, like the way you held me close
Time’s an old denim jacket, with pockets full of days
The way you laughed, the way you leaned, in every faded phrase
Do you still keep that old stitch mark, when the world feels out of phase?
The one we traced till midnight, while the fireflies lit the haze
Ticket stub from that county fair, tucked in the inner pocket
You stole a fry from my plate, said “This is where we lock it”
We sat on the hood of your old car, watching the sunset glow
The jacket smelled like pine and you, a scent I still know
Wind carries the old song, we hummed back in the day
I run my hand along the zip, where our fingers used to play
Those carefree hours we wandered, still light as the May
After all these years, they won’t fade away
🔤
LRC翻译歌词
[00:07.530]
[00:08.670]Frayed cuffs and a coffee stain, patch on the elbow seam
[00:09.870]Your name stitched in white thread, faint but still so seen
[00:11.430]You’d zip it up tight around me, when the wind came blowing down
[00:22.680]Wash cycles fade the color, but not the memories held
[00:23.940]I slip it on and close my eyes, where our young hearts once dwelled
[00:24.630]Those moments wrapped like cotton, soft and unforetold
[00:30.150]After all these years, they’re still bright as gold
[00:38.670]Time’s an old denim jacket, worn thin but never cold
[00:40.800]Our warmth woven in the threads, in every story told
[00:48.060]I’ve owned a dozen coats since then, in fabrics smooth and bold
[00:48.720]Never found one that feels, like the way you held me close
[00:49.740]Time’s an old denim jacket, with pockets full of days
[00:55.890]The way you laughed, the way you leaned, in every faded phrase
[00:56.760]Do you still keep that old stitch mark, when the world feels out of phase?
[01:04.680]The one we traced till midnight, while the fireflies lit the haze
[01:11.160]Ticket stub from that county fair, tucked in the inner pocket
[01:42.180]You stole a fry from my plate, said “This is where we lock it”
[01:45.210]We sat on the hood of your old car, watching the sunset glow
[01:55.200]The jacket smelled like pine and you, a scent I still know
[02:06.930]Wind carries the old song, we hummed back in the day
[02:11.700]I run my hand along the zip, where our fingers used to play
[02:15.930]Those carefree hours we wandered, still light as the May
[02:26.760]After all these years, they won’t fade away