- cifra
Made for what you're given
What did they make me for
All my humble arts are just a part
Of why I stand here now
I have never doubted
The one thing I know for sure
Through the cold and oh the angry war
I bet my life on you
I'm just a candy maker
Saving the best for you
Strong sherry wine
and bourbon divine too
Now I lay my stories
And all the seasons I've seen
From golden fields
And steering wheels
To sleep inside our daughters
So it goes on like a river
Fed by the melting snow
Any moment though
So long ago
Can hold a place behind every face
I'm just a candy maker
With hands of a thousand wounds
Long will they last
when my time has past onto you
Here I go again
Melting down the days
To work the music in
You're just a candy maker
Saving a taste of truth
The one thing I know
Is it's you that I owe
Everything to
