

Verse
Suitcase by the doorway, lantern burning low
Your shadow on the wall still doesn't want to go
Copper coins and photographs spread across the bed
Nineteen years of Sundays in the letters that we said
Pre-Chorus
So how do we fold up the years
Into something small enough to hold
Every goodbye tastes like salt
But the tide still turns to gold
Chorus
We were never small
Not when we gave it all
Every ending has a shore
We just haven't found it yet
We were never small
Even watching the sun fall
We were the fire, we were the flame
We were never small
Verse
Train pulls from the station, steam like breath in cold
Your hand still warm in mine though the whistle's blowing bold
The platform lights are swaying like lanterns in a song
Every mile that pulls us apart still calls us home
Pre-Chorus
So how do we carry the years
When the road ahead's unknown
Every goodbye tastes like salt
But we were built from stone
Chorus
We were never small
Not when we gave it all
Every ending has a shore
We just haven't found it yet
We were never small
Even watching the sun fall
We were the fire, we were the flame
We were never small
Bridge
Maybe the leaving is just a door
Maybe the missing means there's more
I'll carry your laugh in my chest like a drum
Beating out loud everywhere I become
Chorus
We were never small
Not when we gave it all
Every ending has a shore
And I think we've finally found it
We were never small
Even watching the sun fall
We were the fire, we were the flame
We were never, never small
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