Matt Doyle

A little girl pulled her hand from her mother and told her "not this time," "We can walk without one another, I swear that I'll be fine." Her mother knew she had grown older and let her hands divide Her mother knew she couldn't hold he

Breaking all the rules that you have taught me, Reaching for the hand that you'll displace, Aching for the fool who's always caught me, Torn and searching for the answer on his face Don't let it waste away, don't wait More than time will pass, the mo

[00:03.92]WHAT YOU STOLE [00:05.20]by Matt Doyle [00:08.49] [00:10.85]Well the rain that's on the pavement shines brighter [00:16.21]As you tried to fight the bottle of red [00:21.13]I'm relieved the conversation grows lighter [00:26.63]'Cause it's c