Tell me what makes you happy
Tell me what makes you sad
Who has ever hurt you
Is everything alright
Does the rain make you happy
Do you love the breeze
I know you hate your room
When it's shabby
Or your face when you sneeze
Though all these things
Make no sense to me
But all these things do
Mean the world to me
I know your grandmom tells you stories
And makes you fall asleep
Only your mother's shoulders feel like
Home when you weep
All these little details make you
Intensely deep
I know you're a bit older but
That's okay maybe
Though all these things
Make no sense to me
But all these things do
Mean the world to me
Have you ever took sometime
To see what you're seeing
And it's alright to know what you mean
Though all these things
Make no sense to me
But all these things do
Mean the world to me