[00:01.08]Artist：black
[00:01.84]Songs Title：sweetest smile
[00:03.84]
[00:56.58]I think my heart must be made of clay,
[00:59.84]
[01:01.49]'Cause everyone said it would be broken some day,
[01:04.98]
[01:06.65]And now I've come to that fateful day,
[01:09.44]
[01:11.25]So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands,
[01:15.28]
[01:16.71]And don't tell me how to make it pay,
[01:19.72]
[01:21.61]I write a new song every day,
[01:24.92]
[01:26.94]I just wish I was made of wood,
[01:30.07]
[01:31.00]I might not feel pain, even if I should,
[01:37.31]
[01:40.17]Even if I should,
[01:42.03]
[01:51.64]If I should
[01:52.82]
[01:53.82]The sweetest smile that ever did.
[02:05.31]
[02:07.37]Melt the pats in the butter dish.
[02:10.86]
[02:12.42]And if you could have believed in me.
[02:15.24]
[02:16.43]I swear to God I'd have made damn sure.
[02:20.80]
[02:21.79]Our hearts were warm,
[02:23.42]
[02:24.48]And glad with wine.
[02:25.61]
[02:27.11]I'd keep the doors locked all the time.
[02:30.81]
[02:32.37]I just wish I was made of wood.
[02:35.86]
[02:36.54]You might not seem glad.
[02:38.00]
[02:41.60]Even if you should.
[02:42.85]
[02:45.71]Even if you should
[02:47.40]
[02:56.92]If you should
[02:57.86]
[03:07.25]If you should
[03:08.59]
[03:17.43]If you should
[03:19.11]
[03:38.01]I think my heart must be made of clay.
[03:41.13]
[03:42.75]'Cause everyone said it would be broken someday.
[03:45.99]
[03:47.18]Seems like I have come to that fateful day.
[03:51.17]
[03:52.52]So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands
[03:59.30]
[04:01.29]With my head in my hands.

Artist：black
Songs Title：sweetest smile
I think my heart must be made of clay,
'Cause everyone said it would be broken some day,
And now I've come to that fateful day,
So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands,
And don't tell me how to make it pay,
I write a new song every day,
I just wish I was made of wood,
I might not feel pain, even if I should,
Even if I should,
If I should
The sweetest smile that ever did.
Melt the pats in the butter dish.
And if you could have believed in me.
I swear to God I'd have made damn sure.
Our hearts were warm,
And glad with wine.
I'd keep the doors locked all the time.
I just wish I was made of wood.
You might not seem glad.
Even if you should.
Even if you should
If you should
If you should
If you should
I think my heart must be made of clay.
'Cause everyone said it would be broken someday.
Seems like I have come to that fateful day.
So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands
With my head in my hands.